Chapter 12: The Homecoming

They arrived at Layla's father's house three days later by horse. The journey was long and tedious. It was difficult to keep a six year old entertained. Alistar was in a terrible mood the entire trip. Layla's attention jumped between them. It was draining.

Everything remained exactly how she left it. It was exactly what she needed. It was as she was transported into the past. Her room was exactly the same as she left it. There was a stability that she had longed for right at her finger tips. She never wanted to leave. She had immediate access to teachers for her son and healers. The weather was calm with a slight nip in the air. No early winters. No windy nights. No drafty rooms. She wouldn't have to fight Alistar about lighting the fire, it wasn't his fireplace or wood.

She had always assumed that her father's pack was lower on the hierarchy of the regional packs. They weren't as flashy, their numbers weren't as large, and sometimes food was hard to come by. Especially after the w