55| A Tsunami.

Things in the pack have been quiet. Awfully quiet. Like the eye to the storm. That gentle peace before a tsunami wraps around everything.

I'm the tsunami.

But these people don't know it. Especially this one.

As I continue to feed Harry's father, he stares at me in adoration. Like I'm doing the nicest thing known to man.

Once I help him finish his plate, I adjust his position on the bed. He coughs a bit after taking a few gulps of water from the glass I hand him.

As soon as he is done, he looks like he is in the mood for a chat, so I stay back instead of leaving right away.

"Thank you so much." The man appreciates me as he runs out of breath.

"It's fine." I tell him in a genuine tone because it actually is.

I like helping him, even though his only child is the bane of my existence. The man shakes his head, like he wants to say more, and I let him.

"A lot of people won't do what you're doing for me. Coming here, helping me, feeding me Honestly, you're the one person in this pack, safe f