Hush Puppies
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Scraps’ POV
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I sat on the cool, grassy floor, the scent of earth and pine filled the air as the leaves rustled softly above us. The moon, partially veiled by the canopy, cast speckled light over our little clearing. I let out a content sigh, my tail thumping lazily against the ground.
It had been a long night. A good one.
Poppy had finally met the pack. And to my relief no, my shock they had been… okay with it.
I had expected pushback, arguments, at least some tension. But instead, I was met with hesitant nods, a few teasing remarks, and an unspoken understanding that this was my choice, my life.
Of course, I hadn’t told them she was the chief’s daughter. That part could wait.
I didn’t care about ranks, about rules, about the old tales that warned of disaster between wolves and humans well, Toons in her case.
I just cared about her.
I let out a low purr, nuzzling into her touch as she ran a brush through my fur, carefully untangling the knots with a tenderness that made my chest ache in the best way.
Poppy giggled. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Ridiculously in love with you,” I hummed, my ears twitching happily as I leaned into her.
She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips betrayed her amusement. “Okay, okay, that’s enough brushing for you, Scraps,” she said, setting the brush down on the grass. She adjusted the pink bow nestled in her wavy blonde hair, the same one I had gotten for her moons ago.
I huffed dramatically. “You’re just saying that because you’re tired of spoiling me.”
She snorted. “Spoiling you? Please, I’m enabling you at this point.”
I grinned, showing a flash of fangs. “And I love you for it.”
She shook her head, her fingers moving to gently scratch behind my ears, right where she knew I loved it most.
My tail betrayed me instantly, wagging wildly as I melted under her touch.
“Mm… see, this is why you can’t stop,” I murmured, half-dazed.
Poppy laughed. “Scraps, if I keep brushing or petting you all night, you’ll never let me go.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my face into her stomach with a playful growl. “Correct.”
She gasped, squirming. “Scraps! You menace!”
I snickered, finally loosening my grip when she flicked my ear as a warning. “Alright, alright, I surrender.”
Poppy huffed, though the amusement in her eyes betrayed her. “You better.”
We fell into a comfortable silence after that. Her fingers traced small, absentminded patterns into my fur, sending warm shivers down my spine. I let out a slow exhale, my ears twitching at the distant howls of the pack, the soft rustling of the wind through the trees.
The night was peaceful just the way I liked it.
But, of course, peace never lasted long.
From the corner of my eye, movement caught my attention. Two figures emerged from the tree line, their forms familiar even in the dim moonlight. I squinted, my ears perking up.
Goob… and Cosmo?
What the hell were they doing out there this late?
I barely had time to sit up before a loud voice shattered the calm.
“SISSSSTHERRRR!!!”
Goob’s shrill cry echoed through the clearing before I could even react.
And then WHAM.
A ball of energy slammed into me, sending me tumbling onto my back with a yelp! My limbs flailed as I rolled, and before I knew it, I had completely knocked Poppy over in the process.
“Goob!” I growled, trying to right myself. “For Moon’s sake-“
“Oh, hey, Poppy!” Goob chirped from where he had tackled me, completely ignoring my irritation. His fluffy tail wagged furiously as he clung to me like a leech. “You look great tonight!”
Poppy, still caught beneath me, let out a breathless laugh. “Uh-hi, Goob.”
I groaned, finally shoving my younger brother off me and helping Poppy sit up. “What the hell are you two even doing out here?” I grumbled, brushing twigs from my fur. “Don’t you know what time it is?”
Goob grinned, completely unbothered by my glare. His tail wagged wildly behind him, full of mischief. “Time for an adventure!”
I stared at him, unimpressed. “Goob.”
He giggled but at least had the decency to sit up properly this time. “Okay, okay, technically, Cosmo dragged me out”
“I didn’t!!” Cosmo cut in, his voice rising in panic. “Goob, stop lying!”
Goob gasped dramatically, pressing a paw to his chest. “Ohhh, so now I’m the liar?! Cosmo, how could you?!”
Cosmo groaned, rubbing his face. “I wasn’t dragging you anywhere, you followed me! And I told you I was leaving food as an offering to the Moon!”
Goob’s grin widened as he leaned in closer. “Suuuure you were.” His tail flicked playfully behind him. “It’s probably totally not for someone special, huh? Like, oh, I don’t know… Looey?”
Cosmo stiffened. “It’s not Looey.”
Goob gasped again, this time with even more exaggerated flair. “Then maybe… Rudie?! Ooooh, I knew you had a thing for those big, broody types-“
“It’s NOT Rudie either!!” Cosmo’s face was practically glowing red now.
“Ohhh, I got it,” Goob drawled, leaning so close he nearly pressed his face to Cosmo’s. “It’s Boxten, isn’t it?! Ohhh my Moon our future Alpha?! Cosmo, you ambitious little thing, you ”
Cosmo let out the most exasperated groan yet, his ears flattening completely. “GOOB, I SWEAR TO THE MOON, IT'S NOT BOXTEN EITHER!!”
By now, Poppy was giggling into her hands, and I couldn’t help but chuckle myself.
Goob, on the other hand, was thriving off the chaos he was causing. He flopped onto his back, cackling like this was the greatest thing in the world. “Cosmo, you’re sooo easy to mess with! Look at you, all flustered!”
Cosmo crossed his arms, glaring at Goob with the heat of a thousand burning suns. “You are the worst, I hope you know that.”
“I do!” Goob beamed, wagging his tail. “And I embrace it.”
I snickered, shaking my head. “Alright, alright, give the poor guy a break, Goob.”
Poppy wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. “I don’t know… it’s really fun watching Cosmo get worked up.”
Cosmo let out a strangled noise before throwing his hands up in defeat. “I hate all of you.”
Goob grinned mischievously, ruffling Cosmo’s fur like he was an overgrown pup. “Aww, we love you too, Cosmo~.”
Cosmo groaned loudly, burying his face in his hands. “I’m never getting peace again, am I?”
“Nope,” I said cheerfully, leaning back against Poppy.
Goob beamed. “Not a chance, big bro.”
Cosmo let out the most dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples like he was reconsidering all his life choices. “Why do I even talk to you people?”
“Because you love us,” Goob sang, wagging his tail.
Cosmo scowled, pointing a claw at him. “Fine, be like that, Goob! But just so you know you’ll never have your favorite hush puppies ever again.”
Goob froze.
His ears twitched. His tail stopped wagging. His expression crumbled into one of absolute betrayal.
“W-Wait…” His voice came out weak. “Cosmo… y-you don’t mean that, right?”
Cosmo smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, I absolutely mean it. No more hush puppies for you. Ever.”
Goob gasped so dramatically you’d think he’d just been sentenced to exile. He threw himself to his knees in front of Cosmo, grabbing onto his paws like his life depended on it.
“PLEASE, NOT THE HUSH PUPPIES, COSMO! PLEASE, I LOVE EATING THOSE ”
Cosmo snorted, watching Goob quite literally sob into his hands like he’d just lost his entire reason for living. “You should’ve thought about that before teasing me.”
Poppy giggled behind her hand, clearly enjoying the show. “Wow, Goob, you really love hush puppies that much?”
“YES!” Goob wailed dramatically, throwing his head back. “They’re delicious! They’re soft and warm and perfect!”
I leaned forward with an amused smirk. “So what I’m hearing is… Cosmo officially has power over you?”
Goob gasped again, his eyes widening. “No… NOOOO ”
Cosmo cackled. “Ohhh, I absolutely do.” He leaned down, poking Goob’s forehead. “And I could make more tomorrow… if someone behaves.”
Goob pouted, ears pinned back. “That’s evil.”
“That’s payback.” Cosmo grinned.
Goob whined dramatically, looking at me for help. “Sis! Poppy! Adiuvate me! Cosmo’s abusing his hush puppy privileges!” (Help me!)
Poppy laughed, shaking her head. “I mean, you did kind of bring this on yourself, Goob.”
I smirked, arms crossed. “Yeah, sounds like fair punishment to me.”
Goob gasped again, even louder this time, before collapsing onto the ground in defeat. “Et tu, Scraps?” (And you, Scraps?)
I grinned, leaning over him. “Sola culpa tua est, frater.” (This is entirely your fault, brother.)
Goob clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed, rolling onto his back dramatically. “Crudelis es!” (You’re cruel!)
Cosmo and I burst into laughter while Poppy just shook her head, smiling fondly.
Poppy leaned toward me, whispering curiously, “What did you guys just say?”
Oh yeah. I keep forgetting she doesn’t understand Latin. Quite unfortunate. I’ll teach her soon enough.
I grinned mischievously. “Oh, nothing important, mea lux.” (My light.)
She narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced. “Scraps…”
I chuckled, nuzzling her shoulder. “I swear! Nothing bad! Goob’s just being dramatic like usual.”
Goob groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Dramatic? Me? No, no, dear sister this is true suffering!”
“True suffering?” Cosmo echoed dryly. “Goob, you just lost access to fried dough. You’re not exactly facing exile.”
Goob gasped again, sitting up. “Exilium?” (Exile?) He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me. “Sister, please, you must defend me against this injustice!”
I snorted, pushing him off me. “Tu tibi hoc fecisti, frater.” (You did this to yourself, brother.)
Goob let out another fake wail before collapsing onto his back again, staring at the sky in defeat. “Fine. I’ll behave. But only because I need those hush puppies.”
Cosmo smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms. “That’s what I thought.”
Poppy giggled, shaking her head. “You guys are unbelievable.”
I flopped down beside her, resting my head on her lap. “Yeah, but you love us.”
She rolled her eyes, running her fingers through my fur. “Unfortunately, I do.”
Goob, still dramatically sprawled out, peeked at us. “Wait, Poppy, you do know what hush puppies are, right?”
Poppy blinked. “...Aren’t they just… tiny dogs?”
Silence.
Cosmo inhaled sharply, like he had just witnessed a crime. I lifted my head in horror. Goob sat up so fast he nearly tripped over himself.
“What ” Goob gawked at her. “ WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”
Poppy looked between us, confused. “...Tiny dogs?”
Goob clutched his chest again. “Cosmo, I think I’m going to faint ”
Cosmo sighed, rubbing his temples. “Moon, give me strength…”
I facepawed. “Poppy, we need to have a long, long conversation about fried food.”
She just blinked. “Wait… so they’re not tiny dogs?”
I looked over to Cosmo, shaking his head, as he looked over to Goob. I looked over as well to see Goob to see him looking like he had a stroke..My poor brother.
Goob’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his face contorted in sheer disbelief. “Frater…” (Brother…) he wheezed, clutching at his chest like he had been personally betrayed by the universe itself. “Did she just did she really just ”
Cosmo groaned, rubbing his temples like he was trying to physically push the words out of his brain. “Yes, Goob. She did.”
I leaned toward Poppy, trying to hold back my laughter. “Sweetheart, please tell me you’re joking.”
Poppy, looking even more confused, shrugged. “I mean… they sound like tiny dogs. Hush puppies. Like… small, quiet dogs? It makes sense!”
Goob let out a strangled noise somewhere between a whimper and a gasp. “IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE! IT MAKES THE OPPOSITE OF SENSE!”
I patted his shoulder sympathetically. “Breathe, little brother.”
“Breathe? BREATHE?!” Goob clutched my fur, looking into my soul with wide, haunted eyes. “Scraps, she doesn’t know about hush puppies. What else doesn’t she know? What other crimes against fried food has she committed?!”
Cosmo, still massaging his forehead, muttered, “Goob, I swear if you don’t calm down ”
But Goob wasn’t listening anymore. He turned to Poppy, gripping her shoulders. “Poppy. Poppy. Look at me.”
She blinked, looking mildly alarmed. “Uh. Okay?”
“Have you ever had funnel cake?”
“…Funnel what?”
Goob let out a high-pitched gasp and collapsed onto the ground. “I can’t I can’t do this. Cosmo, carry me home. I’m not strong enough to walk.”
Poppy raised an eyebrow, glancing at me. “Is this normal?”
I sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”
Goob dramatically threw himself onto his back again, groaning. "Ubi est fides tua, soror?!" (Where is your loyalty, sister?!)
I snorted, nudging him with my foot. "My loyalty is with your stomach not exploding, parvulus frater." (Little brother.)
Poppy giggled at our exchange, while Cosmo sighed, clearly exhausted. "I swear, Goob, if I even see you sneaking extra sweets after this, I’m locking the kitchen door for a month."
Goob gasped, sitting up as if Cosmo had personally struck him. "You wouldn’t."
Cosmo gave him a look. "Try me."
Goob turned to me in desperation, gripping my paws. "Scraps, carissima mea, (my dearest) you wouldn’t let him do this to me, right?"
I raised an eyebrow, enjoying this far too much. "I don’t know… after what happened last time, maybe he has a point?”
Goob’s jaw dropped. "Et tu, Scraps?!" (Even you, Scraps?!)
Poppy tilted her head. "Okay, I don’t know what you guys keep saying, but it sounds dramatic."
Goob let go of me, flopping against Poppy now, making her stumble back a little. "Poppy, please, you’re my last hope! Tell Cosmo he must make hush puppies!"
She blinked, looking between us before shrugging. "I mean… I’ve never had them, so I am kind of curious."
Goob gasped, gripping her shoulders. "Then this is a culinary emergency!"
Cosmo groaned, rubbing his temples. "Why do I even bother…"
I smirked, wrapping an arm around Poppy’s waist, pulling her into my side. "Looks like you're stuck with us now, mea lux." (My light.)
She laughed, leaning into me. "Guess I am."
Goob, finally getting what he wanted, pumped his fists into the air. "VICTORY!"
Cosmo sighed in defeat. "Fine. I’ll make them. But you are not helping Goob. And if I see you eating them before they’re finished, you’re on dish duty for the rest of the month."
Goob pouted but nodded eagerly. "Deal! Totally worth it."
Poppy leaned in, whispering, "So… they’re not tiny dogs, right?"
I burst out laughing while Goob let out an exasperated wail. "OH, FOR THE LOVE OF THE MOON, WE NEED TO FIX THIS NOW!"
Goob threw his hands in the air dramatically. “This is a disgrace! A tragedy! A culinary sin! Poppy, how have you gone your whole life without knowing what hush puppies are?!”
Poppy shrugged, barely holding back a giggle. “I don’t know, I just never had them?”
Goob placed a hand over his heart like she had personally offended him. “This is worse than when Cosmo tried to ban sugar from my diet.”
Cosmo crossed his arms. “That was because you literally got sick from eating too many sweets, Goob. You deserved that ban.”
“I did not!” Goob gasped. “You just don’t appreciate the fine art of indulgence!”
I smirked. “You ate an entire tray of honey pastries in one sitting and then whined about your stomach for two days.”
Goob pointed at me with wild desperation. “BECAUSE YOU ENABLED ME! You dared me to!”
I blinked, then burst into laughter. “Okay, fair point.”
Poppy looked between us, eyes shining with amusement. “You guys are insane.”
Cosmo groaned. “You have no idea…”
Goob suddenly grabbed Poppy’s hands. “Okay. First step of your deep-fried food education hush puppies. Then, we will move onto the other essentials.”
“Other essentials?” Poppy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Goob nodded seriously. “Like fried dough, funnel cakes, and if we have time fried pickles.”
Poppy made a face. “Fried pickles?”
Goob gasped in offense. “You question the fried pickle?! Oh, carissima mea, (my dearest) you wound me!”
Cosmo pinched the bridge of his ear. “I refuse to let you corrupt her this fast, Goob.”
Goob waved a dismissive paw. “Cosmo, but you cannot stop this. This is a mission from the Moon itself.”
I snorted. “The Moon didn’t tell you anything. That’s just your stomach talking.”
Goob clutched his chest dramatically. “Lies! I have been chosen to introduce Poppy to the wonders of fried food, and no one can stop me!”
Cosmo shook his head, muttering to himself. “I swear, I’m never going to get a moment of peace with you people.”
I wrapped an arm around Poppy, pulling her close as Goob continued ranting about the art of hush puppies.
“Welcome to the family, mea lux,” I whispered with a grin.
She laughed softly, resting her head on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Time skip
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I looked over on my shoulder to see Poppy, leaning to me, I can’t help but purr, I looked over to the left to see Goob, happy and excited as he wag his tail, Cosmo was on the kitchen making some hush puppies.
“Soo..You sure it’s not tiny dogs?” Poppy said with a sly giggle, My Moon, why is she adorable..
Goob let out an exaggerated gasp, placing a paw over his heart. “Poppy, I am offended! Mortally wounded! Betrayed in my own home!”
Cosmo groaned from the kitchen. “For the last time, Goob, let it go.”
“But how can I?!” Goob cried dramatically, flopping onto the table. “She’s still doubting the existence of hush puppies! This is heresy!”
Poppy giggled, tilting her head at me. “I don’t know, Scraps, I think I like messing with him.”
I nuzzled her, chuckling. “Oh, trust me, it’s way too easy.”
Goob shot up, pointing at both of us accusingly. “Oh, so this is a conspiracy! I knew it!”
Cosmo sighed, flipping a batch of hush puppies in the pan. “Goob, I swear on the Moon, if you keep this up, I’m feeding you nothing but plain rice for a week.”
Goob gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Cosmo turned to him with a deadpan look. “Try me.”
Goob’s ears flattened. “…Noted.”
Poppy giggled again, shifting to lean against me more. “So, what’s the big deal with these, anyway? What makes them so special?”
Goob immediately perked up again. “Oh, carissima mea, (my dearest), you are in for a treat!”
I smirked, flicking my tail. “It’s literally just fried dough, Goob.”
Goob shot me a glare. “Do not disrespect the hush puppy, soror mea. (my sister)”
Poppy hummed thoughtfully. “Well, if they’re really that good, I guess I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Pfft,” Goob scoffed. “Please, you’ll take one bite and ascend to a higher plane of existence. The Moon itself will bless your taste buds.”
Cosmo rolled his eyes. “If you keep talking like that, I will make yours bland out of spite.”
Goob gasped, clutching his chest again. “Scraps! Poppy! Do you hear this cruelty?! The injustice?”
I shrugged. “Sounds like you deserve it.”
Poppy nodded solemnly. “Truly tragic.”
Goob groaned, flopping back onto the table. “Why must I suffer like this?”
Cosmo huffed as he plated the golden, crispy hush puppies and set them on the table. “Here. Before you actually die from dramatics.”
Goob sat up immediately, tail wagging. “Bless you, Cosmo! My hero!”
Cosmo just gave him a tired look. “Uh-huh.”
Poppy picked one up carefully, examining it. “Alright… here goes nothing.”
She took a bite, her eyes widening slightly as she chewed.
Goob leaned forward eagerly. “Well? Well?!”
Poppy swallowed, licking her lips. “…Okay. I get it now.”
Goob cheered, throwing his arms in the air. “VICTORY!!”
Cosmo groaned, rubbing his temples. “Why do I put up with this?”
I purred, wrapping an arm around Poppy. “Because you love us.”
Cosmo muttered under his breath but didn’t deny it.
Poppy laughed, taking another bite. “Alright, I admit it. These are really good.”
Goob smirked smugly. “Told ya! Cosmo can you get me some Ketchup please!”
Cosmo gave Goob a deadpan look. “You want ketchup?”
Goob nodded enthusiastically. “Duh! It makes everything better.”
Cosmo pinched the bridge of his ears. “You’re ruining a perfectly good hush puppy.”
Goob gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Cosmo, I trusted you! I thought you were a wolf of culture!”
Scraps snickered while Poppy looked between them in amusement. “Wait… is ketchup actually bad with these?”
Cosmo threw his hands in the air. “It’s not bad, but it’s blasphemy!”
Goob scoffed, crossing his arms. “Pfft. Says the guy who dips his fries in honey mustard or ice cream.”
Cosmo straightened, looking offended. “Honey mustard is perfectly balanced, and ice cream with fries is a masterpiece of sweet and salty harmony. Ketchup is just sugar and regret.”
Goob grinned mischievously. “So what you’re saying is… I need extra ketchup.”
Cosmo groaned, rubbing his face. “Why do I even try?”
Poppy, clearly enjoying the chaos, picked up another hush puppy. “Alright, now I have to try it with ketchup.”
Cosmo gasped, looking personally betrayed. “No! Don’t let him convert you to the dark side!”
Poppy giggled as Goob slid the ketchup bottle across the table toward her. “Too late!”
Scraps, watching the exchange with amusement, shook her head. “I swear, you two could argue about anything.”
Goob puffed out his chest proudly. “That’s because I fight for what’s right!”
Cosmo raised a brow. “You fight for condiments.”
Poppy dipped her hush puppy into the ketchup and took a thoughtful bite, chewing slowly.
“Well?” Goob asked eagerly, leaning forward.
Poppy swallowed, then smirked. “I like it.”
Goob shot up, pumping his fists. “YES! ANOTHER ONE JOINS THE KETCHUP KINGDOM!”
Cosmo groaned dramatically, slumping over the table. “I can’t with you people.”
I purred, nuzzling Poppy’s cheek. “Traitor.”
Poppy laughed, sticking her tongue out. “What can I say? I have refined tastes.”
Cosmo, still collapsed over the table, let out a muffled, “My Moon, please give me strength.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I leaned back, watching everyone enjoy themselves. These moments full of laughter, warmth, and ridiculous arguments were the ones I cherished most.
As we started wrapping up, Goob suddenly perked up. “So… where’s the dessert hush puppies?”
The room fell silent.
Cosmo slowly lifted his head, his golden eyes narrowing into a glare so intense that even I felt secondhand fear.
Goob blinked. “Uh… what?”
Cosmo stood up.
Goob stood up.
Cosmo cracked his knuckles.
Goob ran for his life. “I WAS JUST ASKING! COSMO, WAIT-”
Cosmo was already after him, moving with the precision of a hunter as Goob let out panicked yelps, darting out of the den like his life depended on it.
me and Poppy burst into laughter, watching the chaos unfold.
Poppy leaned into me, giggling. “Are they always like this?”
I purred, wrapping an arm around her. “Oh, this is tame.”
She gave me a playful smile before pressing a soft kiss to my lips, making my tail wag.
Yeah… this was nice.
Before I could savor the moment any longer, a familiar voice rang out from outside.
“Cosmo, calm down!”
Poppy and I exchanged glances before heading to the den’s doorway.
What we saw made me burst out laughing.
Boxten, our future Alpha, was standing in the middle of the clearing, struggling to restrain Cosmo. The poor guy had his arms locked tightly around Cosmo’s waist, feet digging into the dirt, while Cosmo looked one second away from committing a crime.
Goob, on the other hand, was hunched over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath like he had just run a marathon.
“Explain,” Boxten gritted out as Cosmo lunged forward, dragging him a few inches.
Goob, still trying to catch his breath, wheezed out, “It-It was just a question!”
Boxten let out a long-suffering sigh, tightening his grip on Cosmo. “Cosmo. You are our village’s head doctor. You are supposed to be calm and collected. What is happening?!
Cosmo snarled, still trying to escape his hold. “He asked for dessert hush puppies! AFTER EATING FIVE PLATES!”
Boxten blinked. “...That’s what this is about?”
Cosmo growled. “YES.”
Boxten turned his gaze toward Goob. “Goob.”
Goob straightened up immediately, still panting. “Y-Yeah?”
Boxten pinched the bridge of his ears. “How many hush puppies did you actually eat..?”
Goob hesitated, glancing at me and Poppy like we could somehow save him.
“…I lost count?”
Cosmo lunged again, nearly breaking free.
“ENOUGH!” Boxten bellowed, finally shifting into his Alpha voice, freezing both of them in place.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sounds of the forest, the tension thick in the air.
Then Boxten exhaled, running a hand down his face. “Cosmo. I get it. You made a lot of food, and Goob devoured it like a starving beast. But strangling him is not the answer.”
Cosmo huffed but begrudgingly stopped resisting.
Boxten then turned to Goob. “And you maybe pace yourself next time before asking for more?”
Goob pouted. “But they were so good ”
Boxten held up a hand. “No.”
Goob slumped. “Fine…”
I snickered, wrapping an arm around Poppy. “Told you. Tame.”
Poppy giggled. “This might be my favorite form of entertainment.”
Boxten, overhearing us, shot us a dry look. “Glad to know you two find my suffering entertaining.”
I smirked. “You signed up for this, future Alpha.”
Boxten groaned, rubbing his temples. “Moon help me…”
It had been a while since Boxten let himself loosen up like this. Usually, he was quiet and soft-spoken, rarely raising his voice. But here he was, caught in the chaos, trying (and failing) to keep everyone under control.
Maybe this was good for him.
Yeah. Good for him.