We arrived back home shortly after 11am. It was strange to think of the alpha’s house as being my home now but something about calling this place home just felt right. I think it probably helped that I hadn't really felt at home in my stepfather’s house ever since my mom was killed.
I understood his actions a bit better now but I still wasn’t ready to forgive him. Maybe in a few weeks or months I would talk to him and we could try to repair our relationship. That wasn’t going to be easy though. He had put me through years of pain at a time when I needed love most of all. It would take me a while to put that pain behind me and move forward.
The house was busy, I could hear the omegas working in the kitchen and I could hear various meetings in progress to discuss pack security. It sounde
