Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Judy's POV

Janet's house wasn't far from the packhouse. It was about 15 minutes on foot. I walked. The walk gave me a bit of clarity; the fresh air was nice. Though it was hard to see some of the damage from the rogues, and even the charred buildings and trees from the explosion.

I shuddered when I passed the part of the forest that was completely destroyed by the explosion. Tears pricked my eyes at the memory, and I had to quickly blink them away. Weakness was not something I was about to show my new packmates, especially when I'm supposed to be a strong Gamma warrior.

I said hello to some of the packmates who were cleaning up their own yards from the damage and debris. They greeted me right back as I continued on.

Janet's house had the most damage from what I could see. She had trees that were tipped over, ripping through what used to be green and plush grass, but now looked burned to a crisp and torn out of the ground. The windows were boarded from being broken, and the door was practically hanging off its hinges. If I hadn't known any better, I would say nobody had lived in this house for years.

There was a car in the driveway that I knew didn't belong to Janet. I walked up to the door and knocked. I waited for a few minutes before the door opened. I stood in front of a blotchy-faced, red-rimmed eye, Stacy, Janet's sister, who lives a few packs away.

"Oh, hey, Stacy. I came to check on Janet," I told her.

gave me a small, yet

she said softly. "You can come in. It's nice of you to stop by. Heard you were caught in

I told her, stepping into the dark home. "Can't keep me

Gamma for this pack," Stacy said with a small smile.

nobody had bothered to clean up since the rogues made their attack the other night. They destroyed the place, and I could tell there was a

stared at the ground, tears soaking her cheeks, and her lip was trembling. It looked as if she hadn't showered in days; she wore the same clothing she wore when I saw her the day

you have

it hurt even more. Stacy sat beside her on the couch, picking up a broken picture frame that

say. I had the letter gripped in my hands,

in the forest the day after her husband was killed, after rogues broke into her home, a home she worked so hard to maintain. A few days ago, this house was the best in the pack. Janet took pride in both her home and her store, and it showed. But now

her eyes. "How he became a