The two walked silently to the packhouse. Zander was feeling strange as his mother's death anniversary approached. His father was already recovering at home, so as soon as he left Alanna with Faolán, he would visit the old Beta.
"He's a little drunk with his booze, so be patient, okay?" Zander asked and Alanna nodded in agreement. The male walked away, leaving Alanna staring at the office door.
She turned the knob and there was Faolán, eyes closed, slumped over the leather chair. The glass in his hand was almost falling to the floor, which showed that he still hadn't completely lost consciousness. But not for long.
