REBECCA
"We're going back, aren't we?"
Mine wasn't really a question - more a statement of fact.
I had always known, ever since Reiner had appeared on my doorstep with that bouquet of flowers, that we would return to the pack one way or another. Life, though, had moved on - for a while, it had seemed that New York was our forever home, there was no longer a place for us within the pack: and secretly, I had been relieved.
Not for me: I didn't particularly like living in the city, and had found myself there only out of necessity. But the kids ...
Reiner sighed, his shoulders slumped. "We don't ... have to," he faltered.
This time it was my turn to sigh. I took his hand.
It was useless to beat around the bush.
"We took an oath, eight years ago," I murmured. "To lead, to protect
