THE MISSION III

Curtis waited for thirty minutes after his father had left the pack before sauntering into his father's study to begin the quest that was his mission to the pack in the first place.

The office was still the same, still organized as it had always been. The servants were doing their job then.

The servants.

He remembered that he hadn't seen any of them since his return.

Had his mother sent them away so that his father wouldn't have anyone to prepare food for him?

Curtis chuckled. He knew that his father couldn't cook to save his life. What had the old man been feeding on then?

He should have teased him with that. Curtis thought.

After his discussion with his mother earlier, she had prepared a delicious meal, for the both, even though Curtis was aware that she had purposely left some in the pot for her mate. He was also aware that his father had eaten the stuff up. He had been in the kitchen before the study.

His parents.