Hendrix sat beside the unconscious body of Alpha Ezro, his eyes glued to his face. The room was quiet except for his steady breath which showed the last hope of life.
"Alpha Hendrix," Waylen the pack best healer and a senior member of the Condattire clan bowed as soon as he entered the camp. "I have update on your father's condition."
"Tell me,"
"Alpha Ezro's condition is stable. He hasn't had any relapses for a while now ."
"Then why isn't he waking up?" Hendrix asked, obviously frustrated by the constant reports of bad news.
"We've tried everything we can think of, Alpha. We've run every test, tried every treatment we know. But we still can't find the cause of his sudden illness."
"And without knowing the cause, you can't find a cure." Hendrix added.
"That's correct," Waylen agre
