Snippet #2464788

Desten placed Jack down gently on the bed. He made sure his brother was okay and that his wounds were healing nicely before he slipped back into the hall and down the core door to where his parents room was. Desten pulled out some clothes that he thought might fit the girl along with some sandals. He stopped for a moment to look around the room. It had been years since anyone had even stepped foot in this room, and even longer still since someone has touched his mothers garments. They still had her sent on them. Desten felt a tear tug at the corner of his eye as he started to remember his mother and father. He could still remember their voices, the way they smiled, and even how the used to scold him when he did wrong. He missed them so much, he remembered the vow he took the day he became alpha and how he swore to protect his family. He quickly regained his composer, 'this is not the time to be morning.' he thought to himself.

Desten turned and went out of the room leaving those thoughts and memories behind him. He went back down the stair and into the kitchen where the woman and the rest of his family was waiting for him. "Here try these on, they may be a little tight but its better then running around barefoot and in rags." He said as he presented the clothes to the woman.