He laughs at the picture I paint.
He shakes his head wistfully as he looking into the distant. I find my way and sit beside him as we both stare out into the vast water spread before us.
“What do you mean I don’t understand how Kendra is?” I ask him.
Sometimes I feel like he is holding back from me, not telling me somethings like he can’t or he is ashamed.
“Mama just likes things done her way. Mainly because she cares and wants everything done right or perfect and also because her way is always best.” He shrugs.
“Even papa agrees with her most of the time.” He says.
“Well he is a wise Alpha. If you want a happy clan you have to start from within. She is his Luna. She should always come first.” I tell him.
“Yeah. You’re right. But still there are all these things that I don
