Issahil

I hesitated outside the door of Alpha Elihas bedroom, contemplating going in or just going back out. But then, the door opened and a familiar face stepped out.

“Phena?” I called the name of the elderly servant I'd usually work with back when I used to live in moonville pack, before Alpha Elihas, my grandfather had sold me off to Alpha Logan of Nightshade pack to be his slave.

“Issa, dear,” the woman spoke with a warm smile, which I returned. Her face seemed to have more wrinkles than I'd remembered them to have and her eyes were dim and lacked much life.

The sound of vigorous coughing came...