To say that my Dad is shocked is an understatement. He takes a minute to process what I called him, and the rest of the pack must've heard me too because everyone quits their conversations, and all eyes are on us. On me.
"What?" He asks for clarification, but it sounds like he's asking that just so he can hear me say it one more time. My arms become tighter around his torso.
"Thank you, Dad." I repeat, smiling.
"For what?" He dares to ask, as if he doesn't know everything he's done for me ever since I was taken by Alex. Ever since he took me, he's organized thousands of search parties, looked for me everywhere, and even got the entire werewolf world to look for me.
"For everything," I say, not even bothered by the fact that most of the pack is listening. What's so important that I need
