Its late when i return to the pack house after running for hours. My muscles burning and begging for rest. Rest is exactly what i need now, tomorrow is the first day of training and no doubt Dean will be there. I researched my old pack before i came home, Dean became alpha a year ago when he turned 18 and Ken became beta, relieving our dad. I walked to the second floor wrapped in my torn jacket, I never felt that way before. So out of control and angry, why did he have to be there? If he would just stay away I wouldn't have ruined my favorite pants suit. I step into my room and throw the shredded jacket in the trash, i step into the shower and let the hot water cleanse my body. My mind keeps racing to what just happened not even 5 hours ago, how dare he be at MY house with MY family? But
