-Mistakes are a fact of life. It is the response to the errors that counts-
“Have you gotten the chance to speak to your parents yet?” Hailee queries, setting aside her bowl of tomato salad.
I glance up at her from the newspaper I’m skimming through. “Yeah, I called the night after coming back from Lakeview Point. I told them to come meet me, but they said it wasn’t a good time to leave the pack, and offered me to come home if the matter was important.”
“King, that was two days ago,” Hailee exclaims, her curious red eyes on me.
“I’m aware. I plan on leaving the next day, but after receiving Damarion’s text message of him attending the Alpha Summit in his father’s place, I postponed my trip until he comes home. I want to see him.”
I want to see Damarion, and not only to talk about our
