King Silas
I could tell Alana was happy to see the clothes, but she was still weary of me, and I couldn’t blame her for feeling that way. Somehow, I had to make sure she stayed happy. Otherwise, she might run again, and I probably wouldn’t get lucky enough to find her a second time.
After rushing back to the spare bedroom with clothes in hand, Alana returned about five minutes later, holding her cub on her hip. Without even glancing in my direction, she walked straight to the kitchen, and I was quick to follow her.
As she reached out to open the fridge, I adamantly insisted, “Mate, please sit down at the table. I have already prepared food for you, and it would be my pleasure to bring it to the table.”
With skepticism swirling in her unique eyes, Alana warily warned
