The Alpha had issued a direct order for Dad to take a few days off, a demand that visibly irritated him. He paced the living room, his brow furrowed in frustration. The thought of being idle drove him nearly to madness, but Mom, ever resourceful, assured him she would keep him occupied. Her words sent a chill down my spine; the ambiguity in her tone made me uneasy, and I wished I could bury the curiosity about her plans.
Evan had been lying in a hospital bed for two long days, and I refused to leave his side. The sterile smell of antiseptic wafted through the room, mingling with the faint beeping of machines monitoring his every breath. It was crucial for me to be the first face he saw upon waking, a tether back to reality.
His girlfriend had stopped by a couple of times but remained fo
