The drive away from my pack was difficult. Leaving my brother had been the hardest thing I had ever done. I did not know when I would see him again, and that broke my heart. But, with Matty by my side, I rushed to my family home and grabbed a selection of my things, including pictures of my brother and I, and, of course, my Mum, before stuffing everything into a couple of small bags and rushing back to the packhouse to meet Alpha Carter.
Matty was as emotional as me, so leaving him was near as difficult as leaving Leo, so I had rushed into the car with tears streaming down my face. But the awkward silence within the large car as we drove along the road from my pack was deafening. Tears slid down my face, and the thought of my brother filled my mind. I could only hope he recovered soon, a
