Alpha Craig Is Ill

Beta Craig watched as his best friend returned to the bed gloomily, his face sore. His skin was pale, his mouth dropping, eyelids hanging and red stealing its way to the corner of his eyes. He looked terrible.

"I should call Gwen, you are unwell, Cowell," Beta Craig suggested as he moved to sit beside him.

King Cowell shook his head disapprovingly and signalled Craig with his hands to come nearer. Beta Craig did and sat down close to him, "There's nothing Gwen can do only to keep filling me up with his concoctions." King Cowell laughed but Beta Craig was serious.

"We can get you one of the powerful healers, you'll be well," Beta Craig uttered painfully. He wasn't ready to lose his precious friend.

King Cowell took his hands and squeezed them under his own, he mumbled, "Have you forgotten I can't be cured? You don't have to worry Craig as long as you're here beside me, I'm sure I'll stay healthy."

Beta Craig unlocked his hands from the King's grip and wrapped his hands around the ki