Old Luna finished mixing the concoction and forced it down Hazel's throat. She was still unconscious and the concoction is to make her sleep well.

Darrel was already waiting by the door when she was done. She nodded her head, signalling that he can take her now.

He bent down and lifted Hazel up the same way he carried her into her room. Her midriff on his shoulder, her back in the air.

When the got to the Alpha's room, he was sitting down behind his desk, writing. He didn't look up when they entered.

"Make a bed for her down there." He pointed besides his own bed.

"Already on...