Pack business was under control, it was widely known now that I was in charge. My Dad would not hand the reigns over, so to speak, but he was declining rapidly, not capable of running the pack himself. I allowed him to remain Alpha, but undertook the role myself in his place, speaking through the decisions with him so he felt some involvement.
In truth, I do not know how much he was aware of, as he was often dazed and confused. His mind not fully focused, he was even sometimes hallucinating due to the medication he was now taking or talking what sounded like nonsense.
This rapid decline had scared me. I knew in my heart my Father was dying, yet the Dr was adamant to continue the treatment plan and hoped they would turn a corner soon.
I had made my presence known in running the pack,
