"Gwenievere and I would…be grateful for a chance to say goodbye to our little mouse before you leave, my lord." "Of course, Lord Posy. I'm sure we'll be out directly." My father hummed, paused, and then his feet scuffed over the grass. The alpha's shadow vanished, and the light in the tent dimmed. I must've expected the earth to tremble as the stage had, because I nearly leapt off the cot as a hand touched my back. "You can stop pretending to sleep now," the alpha—my alpha said.
