Xayden’s POV
“Bolt looks so pale. Poor baby. He is not eating enough and he keeps throwing up whatever little he eats,” my mother worriedly said as she looked out of the window where the beta was taking his daily rounds and trying to solve the pack’s residents’ problems.
The ever dutiful and popular beta. Sigh !
Every man, woman and child had heart eyes at the moment as he singlehandedly dove inside a pit and bravely rescued a 3 year old pup.
I slouched down the dining table chair and tried to hide behind a newspaper but my sharp mother caught my movement and guilty expression behind the huge black and white paper.
“What did you do to him now, Xayden ?” She demanded in a no-nonsense voice which contained the latent warning of not trying to fool her or else a world war 3 worthy ballist
