I took his frail hand in mine and pulled him up with all the strength I had. "Come with me," I said, determination flooding my young voice. "I'll take care of you."
When I brought him home, my parents—Alpha Aldous and Luna Eveline Laurentia of Bloodvenom Pack—were reluctant to take him in. My father’s stern voice echoed in my ears. "Claire, he’s a stranger."
But I wouldn't back down. "Please, Father," I pleaded, my voice breaking with desperation. "He has no one else. If we don’t help him, he’ll die!"
My mother, ever the gentle soul, looked at the boy with pity. "Aldous," she whispered, "he's just a child."
My father’s resolve wavered, but he still wasn’t convinced. It was then that I made the boldest decision of my young life. I went on a hunger strike, refusing to eat until they agreed to adopt him.
Days passed, and my strength waned, but I never gave up. Eventually, my parents relented. "Alright, Claire," my father sighed, his voice tinged with resignation. "We’ll take him in."
That day, Caspian became our brother. Or so I thought.