Third person's POV
"I--- I am okay..." Thomas spoke up almost too quickly and the way his hand trembled with his knee caught Aiden's attention.
Aiden shook his head at his response.
"No, You certainly do not look okay. What exactly is wrong with you?" Aiden asked, studying the older man's pained expression with growing suspicion.
Thomas straightened up with suspicious quickness, his face smoothing out.
"Just an old injury acting up." He said, waving off Aiden's concern.
"The changing weather, you understand..." He added vaguely and he let out a dry chuckle.
Aiden didn't buy the excuse for a moment, but decided to tread carefully.
"What if I was wrong with my assumptions? I shouldn't act rashly until I have concrete evidence..." Aiden thought to himself.
"Alright, If you say so." He replied the older man carefully, keeping his tone neutral.
"We should head to the kitchen. The Alpha's broth won't prepare itself, you know." He reminded Thomas.
