It's two in the morning and I'm still staring out at the pack land, my wolf kicked as I heard Mason cry, I put down my drink and walked towards his room. He's pulled himself to stand holding on to the wooden rail staring at me with wet red eyes. He's been home for two days and I have about four hours sleep within those two days. I picked him up and cuddled him to stop him from crying, I looked down at him and his pushed his face further into my shirt. We made our way downstairs; we were the only ones up except for the wolves out on patrol that would be switching soon. I made his formula and waited for it to cool down before giving it to him. I walked around the Pack house and watched as he finished his bottle and went back to sleep. I smiled and ran the tip of my finger over his cheek. I m
