THE THIRD MATING
he began, his words slow, “our Alpha, Jerome, is unwell, as you’ve heard. His strength has always guided us, but for now, he cannot lead.
We trust in his recovery, but until that day, we must ensure the pack’s stability.”
Murmurs spread through the crowd, some anxious, others angry. The elder raised a hand, silencing them. “We are not here to share every detail, only to assure you that leadership will continue. Today, we appoint Beta Mike, a loyal servant of this pack, as acting Alpha until Jerome returns to us.”
I was happy for my dad as he stepped forward, his broad shoulders squared but his face bold with the knowledge of responsibility.