He snapped his head at her, shoulders slumping, and a sigh left his lips. Oh. So at least he listens to someone. The Alpha reluctantly got on his foot, stumbling and hitting his knee in the process. When I raced to his side, he opted to grip the table instead of taking my hand.

Somehow he managed to take the glass and gripped it, his knuckles turning white. What was he thinking? The saltwater technique works, and it's prescribed by our pack doctor.

I opened and closed my mouth. "Umm...you have to drink it one go."

Scrunching his nose, the Alpha bought the rim of the glass to his lips...