THE alpha and beta of the Krieger pack remained on their feet as they stare at the young boy in the living room.
He was about eight years old and has pale skin. His black, straight hair reached his shoulder.
The boy has been sitting on the couch for the last ten minutes. He was not talking. His eyes were down and staring at his hands that were on his lap.
“Do you know what this means?” Tati mind linked her.
Without glancing at her friend and cousin, she nodded.
Early this morning, she and Uno flew from the territory when the Luna received a call from a friend’s lawyer. While Tati was already in the metro since yesterday for Security First concerns.
An anxious Uno exited the bedroom. The mobile phone was in her hand.
Her mate sent her a glance before approaching the little boy.
