In the morning, Alpha Grant is gone, so I leave my bedroom and head to the kitchen for breakfast. Gail and Theresa are there, and I sit with them at the small table. Gail had already whipped something up, and she sets the plate in front of me only two seconds after I take a seat. "What is Alpha Grant's first name?" I ask and they both give me odd looks.
"You don't know?" Theresa asks.
"He hasn't told me."
"It's James, after his father," Gail says.
I nod. How perfect. "How long have you two been at the pack house?"
"I've been for five years, and Theresa has been here forever."
Theresa smiles. "I've been since James was a young one."
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I can't help but ask, "What was James like as a child?" It feels odd to call Alpha Grant, James. It feels as if I am playing Julianna and him, his father.
"He was quiet. Never had a sibling. Sadly his mother passed away before she had another, yet I don't know if it was in the books for the two. He observed a lot. He would observe people very closely, yet hardly ever spoke a word. Odd child, but he grew up eventually. They all do," Theresa shares. "He's become a good Alpha, that's for sure. He's taken after his father. Both strong leaders."
I nod again.
She has stopped coming by at night ever since I had told her to leave that one time. I wonder if she'd gone to James about it, but if she had I'd never know anyway. I'm glad she's gone. It helps me sleep. My trips to the liquor cabinet and into the woods seem to be over, due to that.
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