Most of Waverly’s evenings and days for the following few weeks were entirely filled with concern for her father and his well-being. As a way to maintain order within Lycan pack during this time, Waverly, Sawyer, and the rest of their family took turns at his bedside, ensuring he had everything he needed for the day, while also helping him with daily tasks.
Waverly’s father sat up in his bed, the most he had been able to do independently since her arrival. Finn was seated in the chair beside him, looking over documents that needed the Alpha’s approval. Waverly listened, but with each day that passed, she became more nervous about the prophecy at hand.
“So, I moved this here and then allocated the funds in this way. Then I figured if we—”
Waverly’s father raised a hand to push the paper away from Finn’s gaze. “I trust you,” he said weakly.
Finn put the papers down. “How are you feeling today?”