Trevor’s POV
When I received the two-word text message from my father saying: [HOME. TODAY], I stared at it for minutes, gritting my teeth and expecting the text to turn into something else. It did not.
I didn’t have to get there to know it. This summon had everything to do with what I saw during pack time. Sireen was feeding my parents with what I’m sure was what they wanted to talk to me about. Whatever her game plan is, it rattles me in ways words can’t express, but if my parents summoned me, I had to be there.
And this is why at six pm in the evening, I’m back at the pack house, making my way to the cabin on the right where my parents live. This should also be my home, but they’ve done a fine job of making me uncomfortable every day without fail, so not anymore.
As I push the front
