Ivy
My stomach felt like a mess and I didn't know if it had to do with all of the junk I consumed on my way to the pack or the fact that no one but one of Ronan's dads liked me in this house.
Dinner after our cuddle session was awkward. No one spoke too much and if they did, they didn't direct any of the conversation my way. The only one who spoke to me was Papa Ford. That's what Leif called him. And all he could do was ask me about The Bayou and the rules women had to follow.
I answered all of them as best as I could and was grateful that he was trying for whatever reason. His mom would look at me with venom in her eyes and turn away when she was elbowed by one of her husbands or mates. Whatever they were called here.
His other dad Connor would give me polite smiles but didn't speak
