Melanie’s POV

“Have you seen Alpha Ethan?” I asked Christina, one of the Omegas doing the dishes in the pack kitchen.

“Yes... but that was a while ago. He went for a run in the woods,” she answered, scrubbing a plate.

I nodded, spacing out for a few seconds before asking the question that had been nagging me. “Did he have his dinner last night?”

“Yes,” she answered promptly.

I let out a breath that I’d been holding. At least he was eating.

“Alright then. Thank you,” I said.

I headed back out to the pack grounds. The afternoon sun was warm, and a few pups were chasing each other...