I immediately slap my palm on his forehead as he flinches and furrows his eyebrows. I check his pulse as well. "Your temperature is normal. Are you feeling alright? Did you take some wrong medication?" I ask him worried, my eyes scanning his body for injuries.
"What are you on about?" Deimos asks sighing.
"You aren't upset. Why isn't he upset? This is really weird." I talk to him and myself looking at my feet.
"What are you on about?" He asks looking even more confused.
"I was late to dinner. Why aren't you upset? Shouldn't you be screaming my ears off now about how a Luna should never be late and so on?" I question him as his confusion slowly turns into a small chuckle.
The pack stop their chatter and turn their heads towards Deimos watching him with widened eyes. This is probably the first time they have heard their Alpha chuckle or even smile.
