Brandon’s POV
We got back into the packhouse and I had the men carry my Beta for treatment.
He looked scared and somehow I could feel the amount of pain he felt.
I cleared my throat properly and walked into the mansion.
Of course, a banquet was prepared for my return. My parents, the first Deciding elders for the pack, were standing right at the entrance of the mansion.
I smiled at my mother and quickly prostrated with knee bowing before my father.
“Welcome home Brandon,” Father said to me, lifting me up from my knees.
“Thank you, Father,” I said and turned to look at my mother who was already opening her arms for me to hug her.
I gave her a long embrace and she consoled me right at the place.
“I am sorry she died, you will find another to mark.” She said and sniffed right back th
