My Dad decided to walk back to the house with me, terrified for my safety after what had happened to Harley earlier, but I had yet to visit Harley at the hospital, so I had to inform my Dad the moment I was done visiting him. So, I walked through the doors of the ICU department, to be greeted by Har
“Bailey.” Harley’s voice was hoarse, like he was struggling to speak, understandably so, I wouldn’t wonder. As his eyes settled on me the moment I went into the room.I smiled at him. “Hey you.”“Maybe we should give these two some privacy.” Harley’s Dad said, taking the hand of his mate, and leadin
After giving Harley a hug, and fighting tears, I walked from the hospital to find my Dad waiting for me just as he had promised. Leaning against the walls of the pack hospital, taking the moment to enjoy a chance to relax, basking in the late afternoon sunshine. He must have heard me approaching as
“Your Mum knew?” he asks, sounding more than a little surprised, making me wonder if he lived in his own little world sometimes. So busy with his own commitments to his work? Or did he just block out his own failings? I was sure I had gone to both my parents over the years about the struggles I had
I felt my Dad’s hand settle in the center of my back as if to guide me to the house, though I can now also feel the presence of his wolf suddenly. Not to mention his anger rising at the abrupt arrival of Miles. He did not want to be seeing him right now. Not after everything he had just learned. Thi
My Dad had left me in my room, with strict orders to begin to pack my things, and also to chase up my position within the Autumn Valley Pack. Which had reminded me I had yet to check if Luna Eden had responded to my earlier message. I had been so distracted with everything else that had been going o
“A room in packhouse is perfect, thank you so much!” I said, tears filling my eyes.“Well, Bailey, welcome to Autumn Valley Pack, and we will see you tomorrow. Let me know when you are setting off. I realize, with it being such short notice, it could be late, so whenever you arrive it will be good.
I looked out through the eyes of my wolf, Zion, as his paws pounded along the undergrowth of the forest. Another report of a rogue gave me another opportunity to take my energy and anger out. Zion, once more deeply focused on hunting down the fucker who thought it was acceptable to overstep onto our