"I met your mother when I was 22. I hadn't found my mate yet. When I met Meredith, I, well, I didn't care anymore. I loved her. I felt like, maybe if I had her, I didn't need a mate. We dated at first. We were madly in love. I broke all the rules when I showed her what I was. But she was so brave. She didn't care. She said she loved me and nothing would change that." My father said. He mostly looked away as he talked, like he was lost in his memory. Occasionally, he looked at me, his eyes full of regret or sorrow. "Then my father got sick. He had been in poor health for years but he had taken a turn for the worse. I told your Mom that I had to go home. She wanted to come but I had to prepare the pack. Bringing a human into the pack would have been difficult. I promised to come back for her
