When we get to the building where the aroma is the strongest, my stomach growls again. The small cabin-like building has small windows that are open, I look in and see the kitchen staff bustling around.
“So, how many people are in your pack, Mr. Alpha.” I say trying to move the conversation away from my parents. We walk up the few steps to the door, the porch is fairly small with only enough room for a small chair.
“Like I said I have a fairly new pack, I have about 100 wolves that have followed me here.” He says, opening the door. I hesitate to enter, and he c***s his head.
“I..I can’t.” I back away from the door. The crippling anxiety is taking hold of my body. All the fear of being in front of people. The flashes of my old pack and how they treated me. I go down a few steps and go to
