Beta Arnold
We all bowed the moment the former Alpha Jack and Luna Amelia entered the room. Even in their old age, the parents of Alpha Jerry commanded respect with their cold, strict presence.
Neither of them smiled. Jack’s face was like stone, and Amelia’s eyes, though dimmed with age, were sharp and intimidating. Jake was quick to assist his grandmother, gently helping her walk to the sofa and easing her down as if he had done it a hundred times before.
Jack looked at his son, his expression unchanging. “Alpha Jerry,” he said in a deep, commanding voice, “you should go back to your bed. You need to regain your strength if you want your wolf to return.”
Alpha Jerry, standing near me, gave a weak nod. “Yes, Father. I was just talking to the guests.” He turned to Jake, and I could
