The drive home is awfully quiet, my father is pale, my mother is just staring, “Marvin, are you okay?” my mom asks my father, all he does is stare into oblivion as we drive home. He doesn’t even answer her, which is absolutely not like my father, and it scares me. Mom must’ve noticed, she holds my hand.
“Sweetheart, I know this must be confusing and scary too say the least. Do you want to talk about it?” I simply shake my head, “Thanks mom, but I still have no clue about what is happening and why I need to leave. I just made friends, I don’t want to leave, but apparently it’s necessary for me to go to a random pack, even though I don’t even know all about this pack. I have no clue what’s about to happen. Everyone seems to know more than I do, and it’s not fair to say the least. Is there a
