Aiden's POV
"Okay, this is what I am thinking..."
I exhaled sharply and adjusted myself on the seat as I began talking about the idea.
Thomas furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he listened.
"Back in my old pack, there was this elderly man, Pa Solomon. He was my only friend..." I paused as I mentioned my dead friend, suddenly remembering how much i missed him.
"I believe you are with the moon goddess, resting well in peace, Pa Solomon." I commented inwardly.
Afterwards, I heaved a sigh before continuing.
"He used to make this special broth that could make even the sickest person eat." I informed Thomas with confidence.
"A broth?" Thomas raised his eyebrows, probably wondering what was special in a broth that he wouldn't know as he was a cook.
"Yes. He made it for me whenever I ..." My voice dropped lower as what I was about to say brought painful memories.
