JASMINE
I was about to call it a day with pack work when my cell phone lit up on my desk. I glanced over to see it was my dad. Odd. My dad didn't normally call. He'd text. That was the first thing that tipped me off that something was wrong.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Jaz," my dad replied somberly. "How are you? How are the pups?"
"Everything is good. Progressing as normal."
"Great, great." The way he said it didn't sound great at all. "Are you sitting?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Okay, good. Your mom got some bad news today." My stomach sank. I hated bad news. What could it be? Did my mom somehow get an illness? Was she at the age yet where that was possible? I tried to steady my heart as I waited for him to tell me what it was. "We got a call from your mom's old pack, and it seems her father w
