As I walked down to breakfast the following morning, a couple of pack members recognised me and greeted me. It felt nice. Some of them even introduced me to others. When I reached the table where Martin and Finlay sat, I had gained a shadow in the form of a six-year-old pup named Cadence.
“Good morning,” I said as I took a seat at the table.
“Morning,” they both greeted me.
“Hello there, Cadence,” Finlay said.
“Hi, Alpha,” the boy said with a smile.
“Do you want to join us?” I asked. Cadence looked like he wanted to say yes, but then he looked at Finlay and then back towards his parents.
“No thank you, I need to eat with my family. Maybe you can join us some day?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said. He waved and ran back to sit next to his mother.
“Gathering fans already?” Finlay asked. I l
