Hayden POV
I stand on the porch, arms crossed, watching the delivery truck pull away. The men were very helpful. Not only did they unload everything, but they also helped me unpack. Mostly because one of them was seriously interested in the 3D printer and wanted to look at it.
I exhale deeply and enter the cottage, looking at the brand-new, comfortable couch. Reeva picked it. Actually, she picked everything, and she decided that just because I did not own a couch before, it does not mean that Jacob cannot buy one for me.
I slump down into the couch and exhale contentedly, but it does not last. This should have been a moment of satisfaction. But all I feel is the gnawing ache of inadequacy – all thanks to Father.
I live in a pack, and I do not have a wolf. A pack where strength and tran
