What a pain in the ass this was going to be. First off, telling my parents I had two mates was going to be enough of a shitshow, much less that they were brothers from the Red River pack. Wonderful, I was looking forward to it already. I knew that if I wanted to get them out I needed to face the music sooner than later, although Zach may opt to keep himself in prison from what I was gathering. He didn't seem to want anything to do with me, and was content to keep things strictly business, which was fine with me for the moment. I had more than enough going on and one mate was quite enough of a distraction, his moody self could wait for a bit.
I headed toward my original destination before I had gotten derailed and gone to the prison. My mom's little cottage of hoarding, the pack house would take some time to rebuild but with everyone working together maybe it could get done faster than anticipated. Or maybe not, I remembered all the things over the years my mom had wanted to "imp
