Lester was in his office, standing on the balcony with a glass of wine in his hand. The alcohol didn't really have much effect on the werewolves, yet it was one of the habits they had picked from the humans.
The afternoon light brightened his surroundings and in the distance, he could see the large shade where the cubs were kept.
His face was solemn, and his gaze was distant. Clearly, he had something important going on in his mind.
"Lester?"
He didn't hear the voice calling him. Raynold was on his way to the man when something caught his attention.
On Lester's desk was a letter, and though Raynold didn't want to pry into Lester's privacy, he happened to notice the wet spots on the letter.
He sniffed and instantly knew that they were tears. Crossing his boundary, Raynold picked up the letter and ran his eyes over the message written in it.
He sighed, knowing the thoughts running in Lester's mind. Raynold placed down the letter before walking to step by Lester's side.
"Lester"
