"Mama, aren't you going to dine with us?"

Taking a toll breath, I shook my head. "Unfortunately, you can dine with your Papa..." My tone was smeared with a dejected tone.

I knew that was enough to worry my son.

"Oh..." Sander lowered his head.

"You can go ahead." I urged him. "If you wish to go out to roam around the pack, you can go with your Papa. I am not feeling well right now." There was a melancholy expression written on his face.

Sander knew I was lying. He knew that something happened between Desmond and me back in Elian. Since we returned, Sander was not at ease...