Rhyder's POV.
The pack welcomed my father back with great excitement.
My mother, with the help of the other female wolves, prepared a magnificent feast while the males packed a bonfire so big it could be seen across the entirety of our territory.
The atmosphere was electric.
The energy intoxicating.
Pups ran to greet him with glee. Older members of the pack embraced him with warmth and open arms.
Many of them came up to shake my hand and thank me for finally allowing him to return.
I felt like a fraud for accepting their gratitude.
Were it not for me and my selfish anger, my father never would have left - he never would have had a reason to. He would have been here the entire time...
But I also knew that the moment did not belong to me. It wasn't about me and my actions. It wasn'
