THREE YEARS SUBSEQUENTLY…
Jimmy’s Position
“Please, remain composed.” “She will be fine,” Lucas asserted, caressing my shoulder with his hands.
They have been inside for several hours. How do you anticipate that I will remain composed?”I enquired, rising from the chair and pacing back and forth once more.”
The collective attention of the attendees directed towards Jessica was focused on me, with each of the myriad glances imbued with a significant measure of pity and concern.
They were the sole reason I was managing to persevere at this moment, which held significant importance for me.
I traversed the corridor, evading collisions with the nurses who perpetually hurried by. It was the Pack’s hospital, and we had been present since daybreak.
Jessica’s amniotic sac ruptured, prompting our swift arrival here. Ten hours have elapsed, yet there has been no progress. Her agonising cries have been intermittent, causing me considerable distress. I remain on edge, unable to relax until the ordeal concludes and she safely delivers our first child.
“Hello, Uncle Jimmy,” the three-year-old Smith remarked with a slight lisp, pulling at my shirt.
I gazed down at him and was compelled to grin; he was the most exquisite manifestation of Don and Bria’s love for one another.
“Hello, Smith, what do you possess?”I enquired, indicating his pockets, which were bulging from their contents.
“Chips!””He chuckled timidly, concealing his mouth with his small, delicate hands, ‘Here, I procured a beverage from the machine.'”
I was moved to tears by his kind gesture and accepted the drink. In the three years since Smith entered our lives, he has been my steadfast companion and the finest nephew any uncle could desire.
At three years old, he exhibited heightened sensitivity and consistently endeavoured to provide joy to others. These past three years have been the most fulfilling of my life, largely due to him.
“Thank you,” I tousled his hair affectionately, eliciting another giggle before he dashed off to Bria, who awaited him with outstretched arms.
I observed his departure and let my attention to traverse each individual seated in the hallway, awaiting and hoping for Jessica.
Lucas has been an exemplary companion, the epitome of friendship. Over the past three years, he has also proven to be an exceptional Alpha. Our Pack has grown in size and sophistication beyond our expectations. We possess one of the finest warriors in the werewolf realm, and soon we shall surpass the Dark Claw Pack, establishing ourselves as the most formidable werewolf pack in existence.
Adjacent to him stood Rose, his exquisite young partner. He discovered her a year prior when fulfilling a friend’s request to attend the mating celebration of a neighbouring pack. Rose was the daughter of the Gamma, and it became evident that she was Lucas’s destined match.
She was youthful and possessed limited knowledge of our pack, yet she exhibited a readiness to learn, which is one of her most endearing qualities. The community admired her for her exceptional hospitality, consistently making efforts to assist others. For some inexplicable reason, she held an excessive admiration for Jessica, akin to the reverence one has for a role model. Consequently, her expression reflected a greater concern than mine at this moment. Undoubtedly, she will assume the role of Godmother to our child, a distinction Jessica would willingly bestow upon her.
Don, Bria, and Smith were also present. Don has served as the steadfast support for the young prince who has governed in the absence of the Alpha King over the years. He has been both a blessing and a loyal friend. My affection for him deepens due to his remarkable kindness towards Bria. My younger sister has consistently worn a smile, thanks to Don’s influence.
He rectified all the injustices perpetrated by the Alpha King, liberating all the prisoners confined in the dungeon where I had once been imprisoned. Don commanded the execution of all the Alpha King’s subordinates. Regarding the Alpha King, we only encountered rumours about his fate. Some claimed he was slain and consumed by a wild beast, while others suggested he took his own life, unable to endure his wretched existence any longer. The majority asserted he fell into a river and drowned. I remained uncertain about the veracity of these accounts; I merely hoped he would never return. His absence is a welcome relief.
