Jay I rake a hand through my damp hair as I stare up at the packhouse, memories begin to flood me. Heaving a sigh, I try to figure out when coming home started feeling like reopening a wound that never healed. The packhouse stands tall in front of me, exactly the way I remember it. That’s the problem with coming home. Everything looks the same, but nothing ever is. I came because pack rules don’t change just because you leave. In shifter territory, you report to the Alpha before you do anything else. But Alpha Walker isn’t just my Alpha or, just Nash’s father. He’s the man who took me in after rogues killed my parents. The man who gave me a room in this house, put food on my plate, and taught me how to fight, lead, and survive in a world that doesn’t forgive weakness. So yeah, I came here first. Because no
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