ZARA’S POV
The ball was over and all the people were getting ready to head towards their packs including mine. Dad had already given his word that he was not going to leave me here whereas my mom bought all my necessary stuff from the mall and told me to take care of myself.
Imagine the condition. One hand of mine was holding my return ticket whereas the other hand was holding all my stuff which was to be moved to the north wing.
“She will go back to the USA or come back to the pack and that’s final.” it was my dad who tried to seal his words by an intimidating look but like I said tried,
“She found her mate and therefore she isn’t going anywhere.” My mom encountered, with a glare of her own. I shook my head at the unnecessary drama. I mean come on they are talking about me so shoul
