Earlier than planned, we are going back to the pack house. I stare absently out the window, thinking of what I can do to make the situation better. I can't believe my mom was so mean to Elliot. She is always so sweet and kind to everyone. She knows fully well it wasn't Elliot's fault I was unconscious for so long, but she insists on blaming someone, blaming him.
My dad and Elloit tried to reason with her but to no avail. She just kept going and going. At one point, Elliot couldn't take it anymore, I could tell he was struggling to control his wolf, so we went home.
She was angry about that too, that I sided with him. But can she blame me? He's my mate. She doesn't understand. I do feel guilty for yelling at her that she'll never get it because she's not like us. But what was I supposed
