I found myself waking up to the slamming of the front door. I must have been more tired than I realised. Either that or I had exhausted myself with the amount of crying I had done. Whichever it was, sleep had found me one way or another, and it appeared I had passed out curled up upon the large sofa within our lounge. I jerked awake with shock, and fear as that familiar scent hit me. The scent of my father. And unfortunately for me, the stench of alcohol.
There were no other sounds within the house, telling me that Leo must not be home yet, perhaps having returned to training or the jobs that were expected of him within pack with him being the upcoming Beta. I swallowed heavily, quickly pulling myself up to sitting, just as my Dad barged through the doorway, a darkened glare in my direct
