Ryder had not yet been seen; he seemed to be maintaining his distance, although she was aware he had been present earlier, during the night, as she had detected his scent herself. She surmised that he might still be seated in the corridor. She sat up and enquired, “Have you dined yet?”She enquired of Logan.
“Indeed,” he affirmed with a nod, “a nurse provided me with an abundance of food options; it was an extensive breakfast.” This did not particularly astonish her, as he was Ryder’s son and would lack for nothing within this pack, she surmised. Although he lacked for nothing with her as his mother. She had ensured that.
“Wolves typically consume substantial quantities of food,” she acknowledged. “You do not consume food in that manner.”
“I do not require it,” she replied, shaking her head, and indeed she did not; only those wolves who transformed necessitated such substantial nourishment for energy or post-healing. Layla would require sustenance eventually. Although she appeared unconcerned at this moment, her mind remained silent.
“What is the reason for not proceeding?”“He enquired immediately.”
“That is a significant inquiry, suitable for your later years,” she remarked. Although he had enquired about Layla previously, he was clearly eager to see her.
She was uncertain how to articulate that to him. She would need to contemplate that matter, although she had informed him of her illness and impending demise, which she believed could be advantageous.
Altered the topic entirely. “You referred to Ryder as ‘dad,’ yet Rowan remains angry with him?”Wolves typically conformed to the cognitive patterns of their human counterparts, or vice versa. A wolf could exert influence over its human companion.
Observed him dismissively state, “it is his nature.”
Brianna could not dispute that assertion, yet she understood her son sufficiently to recognise that there was more beneath the surface. “Logan?”“
“He is not angry with dad.” It belongs to Dad’s wolf.
“Alright,” now she understood “You and Ryder are getting along then?”
“He appears amiable, addressed all my enquiries, responded to some of Rowan’s as well previously…then he…” Moreover, Father appears amiable towards us.
“Very well,” she acknowledged. It was evident to her that they had formed a bond during her absence. “What are your current feelings regarding your presence here?”She enquired about his thoughts.
“Rowan is exceedingly perplexed.” He shook his head, indicating discomfort, and expressed that he was quite angry upon our arrival.
“Is he still irate?””
“Currently asleep… I suspect he may have harmed Aunt Stella, though I am uncertain of the details.” Father stated that he was injured as well.
“I apologise, Logan; this situation must be quite challenging for you, given Rowan’s distress and anger.” She believed it was probably her fault; had she not fled and encountered that vampire, this predicament likely would not have arisen, she reflected.
Observed the boy descend from the bed and proceed to the window in the room. It provided a comprehensive view of the front of the pack, allowing her to observe several houses and a few two-storey apartment buildings inhabited by some residents. It also provided a view of the playground.
Brianna observed the multitude of cables and cords beneath her hospital gown, which would likely trigger alarms if she were to remove them.
“It resembles a town, mother.”
“Indeed, it does,” she concurred. “There is a school and all necessary facilities present.”
“Did you reside in that area?””
“Not at all,” she replied, shaking her head. “I predominantly resided alone.” He turned to her with a frown. “Since I was ten,” she replied, unwilling to deceive him regarding it.
Observed his eyes widen.
“I informed you, recall, that it was not favourable for Layla and me.” It had indeed been unfavourable; experiencing loneliness and invisibility was far from enjoyable.
“Will there be a change now?”“He enquired of her.”
“I don’t know,” and she truly lacked any understanding of what it would be like to rejoin the pack.
Desired to avoid stagnation. She acknowledged the necessity of her presence for medical reasons; however, that did not imply her willingness to exit this room. She had never desired to return, yet she was now present. She possessed no option in the situation. I was attempting to manage it discreetly without revealing it to Logan.
“There exists a substantial playground.” “I have never encountered one of such magnitude, Mother,” Logan remarked, gesturing towards it. She observed its enhancements and expansions since her departure, noting other children scaling its structure. She contemplated whether Logan wished to descend and experience it himself. He was an energetic boy.
It resembled a juvenile iteration of an agility course, featuring extensive climbing and rope walking. She observed children navigating through tunnels, as well as a legitimate rock climbing structure. It resembled a substantial two-story pyramid, and she observed conventional play equipment; wolfen children, at this age, were indistinguishable from human children, relishing swings, seesaws, and roundabout spinners.
More than twenty children were present, engaging with the playground apparatus and manoeuvring on scooters and bicycles. It likely appeared highly appealing to Logan; she could observe a group of children playing with a ball, which would undoubtedly capture his interest.
