Chapter Thirty-Eight – Heat.

Henry’s POV

The aroma of deer soup came to my nostrils. My shirt clung to my body due to sweat. I switched on the tap and washed my face with the water.

“Ah! Henry! Aren’t you going hunting again? This one won’t be enough! I’m having people over!” my mother told me, patting my wet back.

I flung my wet hair around, exhaling nosily with my mouth. I forgot I was an Alpha, I had to feed the entire pack.

To be fair, my mother usually cooked for the whole pack without complain, the least I could do was get her meat to cook with.

“I...