Carter
“Help? With what?” My dad asked with the sound of chatter filling the background, letting me know that everyone was probably celebrating the near year with a party at the pack house.
“Can you go to your office?” I asked, not wanting anyone to overhear. This was bad, really f*****g bad, and I knew my dad was going to be pissed.
“Sure, give me a second.” He said before silence filled the call. It only took a few seconds before he was speaking again. “Okay, tell me what’s going on. Does this have something to do with your mate?” He asked worriedly.
“No, I mean, yes, sort of. It’s hard to explain.” My gaze shifted to Brooklyn beside me. She had her head resting against my arm as she peered at the empty seat across from her blankly. I think everything’s finally starting to set it.
