Big Bad Alphas
"That's nice to hear. Causing no problems I expect? Attacking any other lands?"
My brows furrow together. "No. Not attacking any other lands, Luna. We should go, it's almost time for dinner and I was going to make Kendra breakfast."
"My favorite," she grabs my hand, wanting the meal right away now. "I love when you make pancakes at night."
"Go on," my mother releases us. "I'll be home late tonight. We have much planning since the Alpha has fallen ill."
"What's wrong?"
"He has bronchitis I'm afraid," the Luna informs me, "it's taken a toll on him, so I've volunteered to manage the pack until he's feeling better."