Maurice
I paced back and forth in the living room, my anxiety gnawing at me with each passing moment. I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung heavy in the air, weighing down my every step. My father, Beta Gary, had gone to speak with Alpha Zoren, and the uncertainty of the outcome left me on edge.
My mother, Marla, sat nearby, her attention divided between me and the magazine in her hands. She rolled her eyes at my restless pacing and set the magazine aside, her gaze fixed on me.
"Maurice, honey, please, sit down," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "You're making yourself dizzy with all that pacing."
I paused mid-stride and reluctantly took a seat on the couch, my nerves still frayed. "I can't help it, Mom," I admitted, my voice tinged with frustration. "I'm just so worried
