Chapter 133. They’re My Pack

Now we’re all inside, nursing mugs of coffee, except me, as I declined and wanted to lie horizontally while they all bashed it out between them. I need a little quiet and calm to let everything that has happened in the last two days settle and wash over me. It feels like my head has been bombarded and knocked to hell, and somehow, I’m mentally bruised and in need of soft, soothing silence. It’s quiet now, and they are all stuck in their minds, with the occasional infrequent sentence thrown out there, but mostly nods. I think this may take more than a few short hours for them to grasp the enormity of the situation and the past. We still don’t know what else Sierra will add to the pot if anything.

It feels good to be back among them, though. The familiarity, the safety, and even though I was only part of their pack for a short time, I feel like I’m home and back within the arms of my family. Something I’ve wanted and ached for the last ten years of my life and never thought woul