My whole life when I was in New York was centered on finding out who and where my parents were, it drove me to depression at one point because I didn't have a clue on where to start or where to go to get my answers. Now that I know who they were, I still have a million questions for them but they will never be answered, I'm fine with that, I'm just glad I can finally talk to them even though they won't talk back.
"It's been so long, huh?"
It was still a little strange that I was talking like this but with all my frustrations I felt like I needed parental advice, there's no use in asking Luke, he was the one forcing me to do all this alpha s**t and if I complain to him he would no doubt tell me I should have stood up for myself which I did, the pack just didn't want to listen.
"I'm sorry
