Kyle's POV 

"So, are you doing okay?" I asked Uncle August on the phone.

"Yes, my mate is doing much better as well," he answered simply.

"I'm glad," I said as I stretched myself on the couch.

"So, you left your pup and went to have fun?" he asked as I rolled my eyes.

"You are making it sound terrible, Uncle," I pointed out.

"Well, your pup is only six months old, and you are already out having fun with your mate," he said as I frowned.

"My mother was the one who ...