As things were somewhat getting back to somewhat normal, just not the same without my father around. The twins had stepped up there game around the pack. Which I don't blame them.
As the day, I went over to his place to box everything up, I felt weird doing it. The twin's mates came over with their kids and helped pack. I started to but lost it.
I found a knick knack that I got for him after my mother died to make him feel better. It was a wolf howling at the moon. I started to smile a little then got real angry and threw it at the wall. I found something else close to me and down the same. I screamed in frustration, of sadness and hate. The girls came into the room, telling their kids to stay put. The girls came over to me and hugged me.
"Parker, its okay to be hurt. Its okay to be s
