1 the final goodbye I

Mister Jones had never before been informed about his health. In order to predict how the doctor who had been performing his blood work would react, he watched his facial expression as he sat in his chair facing him.

Mister Jones Now that a few months have passed, how do you feel? The physician said, taking off his glasses and taking a fifth look at the piece of paper in his hand.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just a typical migraine and stomach ache, but I feel more stressed than usual because of how hard I've been working lately. Mr. Jones was making fists with his hands.

What is the issue? He smiled broadly at him and said, laughing, "You're making me curious about what's in that paper you're holding."

The doctor's face was serious and extremely disappointed rather than smiling.

He's making an effort to unwind

Do we still have any hope? He looked his doctor in the eyes, hopeful and optimistic.

It's complicated by the fact that neither your wolf immunity nor human defense mechanisms worked, allowing the disease to spread faster than usual and making it too late. He got out of his seat and knelt before Mr. Jones as his eyes started to well up with tears.

Mr. Jones, please accept my sincere apologies. He fixed his gaze on the ground. Even trying to tell him the bad news while looking him in the eyes was impossible.

While taking in what he had just heard, Mr. Jones took a deep breath.

"How much do I have left?" He asked, his brow furrowed as he stared blankly at the white wall, "You can never predict life's next move."

The doctor whipped his hands together, unable to hold back the tears enough to say your final goodbyes and finished some unfinished business.

Mister Jones was surprised to see how sad the doctor was, so he gently smiled and patted his back to comfort him.

Even the two bodyguards standing next to him collapsed into tears, even though they tried to be professional by holding it in.

Seeing everyone cry caused mister Jones to cry as well, but he stood up and put on his black sunglasses.

You must understand that God only takes those he favors, and you should be grateful that I was chosen. Mister Jones said with confidence.

Most importantly, you protected the Jones family secret, for that I will always remain grateful to you . they shook hands , and mister Jones headed back to the palace .

arriving home the house seemed so calm you can hear the silence it self ,he instantly knew that they were in the training feild.

When he reached the gate he spotted his daughter Elizabeth that seemed to be so focused on what was going on.

he whispered in his daughter Elizabeth's ear as he approached her from behind.

It's not much now, but that's the good part. She turned to him and kissed him.

On the field were two men standing: Ryland, her son, and another man. As they heard the whistle go, they both took off running.

It wasn't your average race. Two stops into the race, the two men transformed into gigantic wolves with thick black fur and canines. Everything was out, including the most important pieces of thorny clothing that were flying through the air like birthday confetti.

Everyone was rooting for Ryland because he was bigger, stronger, and, most importantly, so smooth that his run was actually interspersed with long graceful jumps; it was quite entertaining to watch.

He was easy to spot because of how quickly he moved and because of his two bright red eyes.

As usual, Ryland won the race over the South Pack, and this time he also managed to take one of the biggest hotels from them as the prize of the race.

"That is my son!" exclaimed Mister Jones, raising his fist in the air in jubilation.

The head of the South Pack, Mister Lee, came up to Mister Jones and gave him his congratulations on winning.

Greetings, my dear! He encircled Mr. Jones in one arm while holding his cigarette in the other.

Mr. Lee, I'm impressed with your sportsmanship; you congratulate me in spite of losing a significant source of amusement. Furthermore, Mr. Jones hugged him

When Mr. Jones saw how Rynald went straight to misters lee daughter after the race and chatted with her in more than a casual way , he appeared startled.

Old men, don't act surprised. Rynald is my daughter's boyfriend, he mentioned Jolie, who gave clothes to Rynald after he got back to normal. My girl isn't bothered by the prospect of seeing him naked. He smirked and replaced his cigar in his mouth.

"It's hard for male wolves to find single females these days, so I guess we'll be a family after all," he said, shaking his hand. "I mean, if they love each other, I suppose I should congratulate them," Jones said.

Having Rynald as a member of the pack is a dream because, as he said, "just look at him, god bless. Not like that thing over there," pointing to Maxwell, who was sitting by himself in a corner in a wheelchair; he laughed;

A practical joke involves a wolf in a wheelchair.