Chapter 72

“Good riddance,” Marla says.

I glance at her sharply but she doesn’t notice. She’s busy sh ooting daggers at Aaron’s back with her mascara-caked eyes.

I take a deep breath.

I’m not being nice.

I look around the hall at the other wolves that are hanging around. A couple of older males look vaguely familiar and there are two younger guys who are conversing with

my brother.

No one approaches me. There are no welcomes.

Everyone is still grieving, I remind myself. But that doesn’t make this ‘homecoming’ feel any less like ‘home’.

my room or to assemble the pack, but everything about today just feels anticlimactic, and,

don’t know what to do with

start.

pulls me into

hug.

in a long time. And my memories of this place are so crystal clear-they were the only thing that kept me going in those early years-that I think seeing all the differences and feeling

me. “You should

Aaron felt, being ‘dismissed’?

is in the right place. I’m a mess right now and it has been a brutal night.

on up. Sleep for a few hours. We can

want to approach this carefully, as I’m sure I’m ruffling a lot of feathers and most people,

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Marla grins.

as

don’t go back to my room. I hit the kitchen

the pans used for my bacon and eggs are still on the stove. Di rty bowls are

and leftovers that look too old. Aside from the carton of eggs and a gallon of milk, there isn’t much

I take the back stairs up to the main landing. From here, I can go up two or three flights. I can turn left or right. On

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