FINN
A week and a half had passed since she had gone away. We’d been talking every day, mostly via text and sometimes through occasional video calls. It brought me comfort knowing she was alright.
As I approached the front door, a familiar scent filled my nose. My stomach gave a loud rumble, and a smile tugged at my lips the moment I realized I wouldn’t be choking down another sad bowl of instant noodles tonight. I hurried inside.
“Dad?” I called after the mouthwatering aroma made me follow into the kitchen. Standing by the stove in his apron was my father, Alaric Tanner, the hardest-working Beta of the Ashbourne Pack I’d ever known.
“Dad!” I hurried over to him and wrapped my arms around him.
“Finn!” he chuckled, hugging me back. “You’re back early. I was hoping to have this done bef
