Trishal’s POV
We went to the pack house today to meet old friends and acquaintances, as Neymar suggested. Not that I had many of those, and I would have preferred lazing around at home, but Neymar insisted. “Since we would be leaving soon, I thought this could be our last outing,” she said.
I rolled my eyes at that. "Our outing is still within the pack, Neymar," I reminded her, in case she had forgotten. She grinned at that, and I knew I was going to miss their presence when they were all gone. It's been a week since we got back, and we had all been living like friendly enemies, but I loved every moment of it.
Sadly, Loren had set a deadline for their departure, eager to reclaim his space. Soon, it would be just Loren, Corman, and me. I hadn't seen Corman yet, despite our regular phone
