Irene:
“Irene! Over here!” Elva rushes over to me when we step into the pack-house, she embraces me so tightly, the emotions crush inside me. I look at my sister, like really look at her. My sweet innocent eighteen year old sister with the short ginger locks and dazzling green eyes that captures everybody’s attention.
The image of Anna strikes me; they are around the same age.
Enrique stands beside me, hands planted firmly around the small of my back. He has been doing that a lot these days, though, it makes me feel queasy, I still like it.
My mother stares at us with a smile, “Irene, Alpha Enrique. Welcome.”
I look around for my father, his absence choking me. “Where’s dad?”
“He’s in a business meeting right now.”
I should probably ignore the fact that my own father couldn’t even
