Drew
The native pack I returned to was unrecognizable; the once vibrant atmosphere of my teenage years had faded significantly.
The members of the pack are deeply concerned about the declining health of Alpha Anderson, who had always seemed robust, making his current condition all the more shocking to me.
Upon arriving at the hospital, my father and I were led to his room. The sight of him left me in shock; his complexion was as pale as snow, and he appeared to be clinging to life.
My father approached his bedside, and the expression in his eyes indicated a painful realization: Alpha Anderson's time was limited, which shattered my heart.
Summoning all the courage I could muster, I moved closer to him. He managed to meet my gaze, and as I held his hand, I took a deep breath and whi
