Wes
Upon arriving at my pack, I expected to feel happy. I expected to be excited to finally get back to my family and friends without all of the bad sh*t I did hanging over me anymore. But I wasn't. I couldn't stop thinking about Fiona.
With every stop we made on our way home, I had to stop myself from transforming and running back. My muscles ached with the strength it took to hold Arlo back.
I felt everything and nothing at all at the same time. Every urge in my body screamed for me to go back, but I couldn't. She didn't want me. She had so long to choose and she didn't choose me. But Arlo didn't care. She was our mate, and that's all he wanted.
Josh clapped me on the back as we took my bags in and watched me out of the corner of his eye. He had stopped me from ruining his seats at
