Desmond's POV
My mood had dropped so much by the time I got to my pack house. I didn't bother to see anyone or even go to my room. Instead, I walked straight to my office.
I stood by the table for a while, my heart squeezing. I was staring down at a framed picture of my mother. I'd taken it, and I remembered the exact day. She was about to attend an event with her friend, and she knew she looked so good, so she asked me to take a picture.
Yesterday had been her death anniversary. I'd given her flowers and spoken some words to her, as I usually did every year.
My Dad had come in the evening, looking like he was about to spiral. As much as the man annoyed the f**k out of me, I stayed back to take care of him before going over to Raine's pack. He'd had so much to drink already, and he wou
