Wes's POV
We stay late into the night as I force dad to tell me everything.
From the letters to the emails to the stories of the past.
Everything.
Mish sits beside me, quiet but listening as she slowly leans more and more into my side, tiredness winning the battle.
When I've heard enough, I take a now sleeping Mish into my arms and bid my father and hers farewell, not offering an excuse for Mish's tiredness, and thankfully, they don't ask either.
As I make my way back to our rooms I'm met with more stares, the few wolves still roaming the packhouse sure to spread the rumors of their freshly marked alpha carrying an equally freshly marked Mish.
So be it.
I'm careful not to wake her as I make my way up the stairs, taking the time where I would usually hurry with multiple steps at
