Brandon sat down outside of the cell, pushing the tray gently under the gap in the door toward the werewolf who was watching his every move.
‘Hey dad’ he said softly as he scooted back a few inches, knowing that Maxwell wouldn’t come forward to take the food until he did.
The wolf darted forward, grabbing the meat and dragging it back into the shadows where he proceeded to rip it apart and swallow it.
‘How are you today?’ Brandon asked, trying to keep the depressed feeling out of his voice, he had been visiting everyday but had seen no improvement in the werewolf and he was finally losing hope that his father would ever shift back.
The wolf growled lowly, his black eyes reflecting the flickering light that shone from the wall bracket behind the warrior.
‘It’s OK Maxwell, I'm not angry with dad,……
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