Alpha Leo's POV.
The drive back to the house just reminds me more of how this once joyful pack has turned into a wasteland, no sign of life except for the weeds and the trees, the only time people actually come out is every two weeks to get their groceries from the truck that delivers it and then they all run back to their houses.
“How's the clinic?” I ask Zeo.
“Still much the same, no one's been admitted but still they're not getting better.” He tells me.
“Well hopefully before the week runs out we will have the cure and all this will be behind us and we can get on the road to healing.” I tell him.
We get to the house, I park the car and we both get down.
There used to be guards at the front of the double doors but I had to put a stop to that because of the disease, I won't ma
