It was never easy dealing with elders in my pack. Every member was important, but when it came to the older ones, my responsibility grew heavier. They carried history, and that made my questions feel sharper, like I was cutting into something fragile.
“Thank you for being here, Silvia Getty,” I began, softening my voice with as much respect as I could. “Please know that if at any point you feel your health wavering, there is a nurse in the room ready to help in any way you might need. Alright?”
She gave me a polite smile and nodded, her calm demeanor as steady as it had always been. Time had carved gentleness into her, a patience that only age could teach.
“Let us begin by asking you. Do you know why you were requested to attend today?” I asked carefully.
She took her time to answer, h
