Ninety Four

“Liz, let’s just leave this to them. I believe they handled it well without our knowledge, they can still handle it well and dispose off those rogues.” Dad tried to reason with mom.

“But we’re the parents, we should be responsible for them. What if anything happens to any of them?” She argued.

Mom was a very strong, opinionated wolfess, she hardly backed down nor succumbed. In our old pack, I had appreciated it, but here, in this pack, in this room, at this very moment, it was annoying.

“Liz, nothing will happen to them.”

“How can you be so sure, Dave? That they are over eighteen does not stop them from being our children.”

“They will always remain our children, but nothing will happen to them, honey. Remain calm and let us trust them.”

“But how are you so sure they will be fine?” She kept asking.

“Were we there to parent over them when the boys snuck in? Were we there to help them fight these boys, succumb them and help them tie up these hoodlums in that room? Without us they were