Henderson's POV
Nothing has ever humiliated me more than what happened this morning. The memory of Percy dismissing me as a pup in front of his warriors burns through my chest like acid. I barely managed to hold back tears as I followed his command and walked back inside the packhouse.
My original plan was to retreat to our bedroom and finally let the emotions pour out, knowing I had time before his training session ended. But as I step through the door, Poppy approaches me with concern written across her face.
"Luna, are you alright?" Her voice carries genuine worry.
I swallow the lump in my throat and force composure. "I'm fine, thank you. How can I help you?"
"Alpha mentioned we should bring food ordering concerns to you," she explains.
"Absolutely. Show me your current system and where you keep inventory."
