His wolf instinct told him this home had lost something important.
There were no more comfortable, hand–ironed Alpha robes.
The calming herbal teas prepared for him on full moon nights, the carefully crafted breakfasts meeting wolf nutritional needs- they were all gone.
Life wasn’t a disaster, but the pack house just didn’t have that warmth anymore, the kind that settled even his wolf.
Until one day, Ethan attended a business gathering and didn’t get back to the pack house until late at night.
The moonlight was bright, stirring his wolf, making him extra tired.
He staggered to the sofa, waved his hand at his Omega assistant.
“You can go. I don’t need anything else.”
After the door closed, the room fell silent.
Ethan rubbed his temples tiredly, his wolf ears keenly picking up sounds around him.
He called out instinctively,
“Anyone here?”
Only after he said it did he realize that something was different tonight.
No soft light left on for him, no pot of a special recovery brew, formulated for a wolf’s constitution, steaming on the coffee table.
“Head servant? Didn’t I say I had a function tonight? Why is nothing prepared at the pack house?”
He dialed the servant’s room, his voice carrying an Alpha’s natural authority.
Soon, the head servant rushed into the living room, flustered.
“Apologies, Alpha. Everything you needed when you came home late… the former Luna always did it herself, so we forgot to prepare…”
“And the recovery brew you mentioned… the former Luna always bought the precious moonbeam grass and silverleaf flowers herself, and simmered it in the kitchen for hours, specially brewed for an Alpha’s constitution. She never let us help…”
“If you’d like some, I can go see how to make it now.”
Ethan felt like something had hit him.
For a moment, even his wolf trembled. A strange emotion welled up.
So those things… she had carefully prepared them all for him, her Alpha, with her own hands.
He knew she’d always been dedicated to the pack house.
But never before had regret felt so sharp…. a primal howl echoed in his soul, screaming that he’d lost something vital.
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