Melvina watched keenly as the Pack doctor packed his tools inside his bag.
Her son's hands were bandaged properly now, and he was sleeping fitfully.
"Jack, what is wrong?" She asked him, as she saw him sough deeply.
"Is his wolf lost??" She queried, even as she saw from the tail of her eyes, her mate lifting up his head from the confines of his hands.
After she has told him about their son's mate and all the events that had surrounded her, he had been silent, and in every way sad. She could feel his feelings.
She knew that he was contemplating whether he should still go on with his plans of making Claire the Luna of the pack, or whether he should let his son choose his mate. He didn't want his son to go crazy because of him. It was true that the pack needed a strong Luna in these perilous times, but what was the essence of a strong Luna, and a mad Alpha?
She only hoped that he would make the right choice.
