Fleur
The new that we were officially back on packlands had spread by the time we had dressed and gone down for breakfast. There were several people milling about in Roman and Rory’s kitchen. My parents include.
Beaming with a smile that crinkled his eyes at the corners my father grinned at me from his place at the table. “Welcome home Fleur.”
Next to him my mother didn’t look so happy. “You could have actually come home.”
“Mum it was pretty late.”
She cut me off. “Its never too late to come home Fleur, I am.” My father silenced her with a hand over hers. His finger smoothing over her tanned skin.
“Hush now woman. She wanted to be with her mate. You remember what that was like don’t you?”
Mae shot him a look, her frown deep and then she smiled, and all the anger fell from her fa
