Ninety Four

HECTOR

“What have you got?” I inquire of the guard that came to me with a box.

“It was sent from Alpha Chris and Lady Shelly of Wild Crest Pack.” He nears me with the box.

"Very well then, you may leave it there,” I pointed to a corner. "And is that all?”

"Yes, Alpha.”

"You may take your leave in the absence of nothing else.”

He turns and leaves.

I last saw Lady Shelly last month, but it felt like ages. She was so refined, brand new is the word, and when she came, she had been all over baby Hendrix like he would vanish in minutes.

Nor was Aaliyah ready to let her go. She had somehow persuaded her to stay for an extra week before Lady Shelly got bundled in another carriage and over to Wild Crest Pack. So cheesy, but it made me like Alpha Chris more, such a man of action. He has blood coursing through his veins, I would do the same if Aaliyah as much as spends days away from our home.

When Lady Shelly left, it was like a part of Aaliyah left too. She had ranted nonstop about how