Alpha Kale's POV
I couldn't move or breathe properly. I couldn't think. Maybe I did think but about a lot of things in so little time, my brain almost shut down.
"What happened..." My voice was barely a whisper. "How? My son"
Mordred stepped forward, he looked ecstatic. "He woke up and he just—" Mordred laughed "—Stood up, Majesty"
Mordred's granddaughter came forward instantly.
"No, Mother and I fed him some herbs, Alpha. Remember, Grandfather?" Mordred's granddaughter quickly chipped in.
Mordred paused uncomfortable, pulling his granddaughter to his side before adding. "Alba, the girl's mother does come from a family of healers, Majesty. I don't know. But the young Alpha can stand, Majesty"
I wasn't listening. I was looking at my son.
He was smiling. This wide, innocent, childlike smile that I hadn't seen in a million years. And he was directing it at ...me
"Chase."
