MICHAEL’S POV
The honest truth was that I was a little nervous when Max found me in his room. I knew that I was intruding and even though this was still my pack house I can't say that I was comfortable with what I was doing. However, the fact remained that the memory box belonged to our father and therefore it didn’t belong to him alone. Of course, the fact that it had been left in his room meant something but it certainly didn’t mean that I didn’t have the right to know what the box obtained. I was going to give it back to him after I checked everything that was inside. The letter that I had found had already made me restless even before I read it. I didn’t even want my mind to wonder what the letter contained before I read it. I felt like doing that would be torturing myself twice and I
