Myles P.O.V.
Ophelia's welcome home party is today and I'm just not sure that I can handle seeing her. My mate bond might be broken, but she is still the love of my life. I've been so enraged these last few days that I actually left pack territory in wolf form and just ran. I almost forgot what it's like to be on two feet.
I don't know how today is going to go, but I DO know that for Ophelia, I would walk in that packhouse and torture myself if it means I get to see her again.
It's fifteen minutes past 2 and she'll be arriving home by three, so I headed over to the packhouse to help with setting up. Considering her mom left the guys to decorate, I'm sure they could use some extra hands.
The first thing my ears were greeted with when I arrived was the sound of Carter clearl
