VishalI had dinner with Karen, Alpha Tommy, Scott, my parents, Ella, and Ray. They all came over to the pack house, and we shared a table. It was a good bonding time, and the only way I could reassure them that I was fine.Karen insisted on calling Ray and Ella, even though I’d told her over and over again there was no need.The moment they got her message, they left their home and rushed down here. Ella wouldn’t stop fussing over me, asking again and again if I was really okay.Mother cried a lot too after seeing my wounds and scars; it was almost impossible to get her to quiet down.All through the dinner, she didn’t stop glancing at me, spoon-feeding me, or asking me if any part of my body was hurting. It was kind of cringy, but then, that’s mothers and their unending doting on their children, no matter how grown we are.Soon, the dinner was over, and Mother offered to clear the table alongside Karen. Father was seated and discussing a few things with the former alpha, Alpha Tommy
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