I have been running for as long as I can remember. From my responsibilities. My ill-fated relationship with my father. My mate. The Golden Wood Pack. Hell, even from myself.
Now, I am confused at why I am running towards all of them, at once. Am I doing this because of her? For dad? For myself? For the pack that didn’t bat an eyelash after they heard I wasn’t interested to lead?
Perhaps I am doing this for Alpha Debra. Perhaps she got into me. Perhaps it is my subconscious telling me that for the first time in my life, I should do something for someone else. I don’t know.
The uncomfortableness is torture.
The meeting with Alpha Debra has been fruitful. She knows what buttons to push. What names to mention? And she is doing so good at her job that at the end of it, I am a hundred perce
