The gates open ahead of us, and I spend most of the drive looking at nothing.
Last time, I cried the whole way home over how unfair my father was. That was the worst of it then. Now I know what he did to her. And I still don't know what I'm going to do when I see his face.
Two hours later, Moon Wolf comes up at the top of the drive, and the guards wave us through.
Adrian gets out first. I follow him across the gravel. My father's Beta is waiting at the top of the steps.
He's about fifty, gray at the temples, in a gray shirt with the Moon Wolf crest stitched small at the collar. He puts his hand out to Adrian and dips his head at the same time.
"Alpha Adrian."
"Ansel."
"Where's my father?" I ask.
Adrian called last night to say we were coming for the rest of my things. My father sai
