Mason POV
Benedict is waiting when I disembark the plane and walk towards him.
“Welcome back,” he greets jovially, taking my bag. “It must’ve been quite a conversation if it lasted three weeks.”
“It was hell,” I grunt, briefly closing my eyes to block the images of my dying father. “I want him to come home, but he refuses to. He wants the pack to remember the man he was, not the shadow of the man he is at the moment. He was too weak to talk when I arrived. The conversation had to wait until yesterday.”
“How’s he doing now?” Benedict asks concerned.
“Better,” I sigh. “Unfortunately, still dying. That’s why I want him to come home.”
“You could always …”
“What did you learn about Carina?” I change the subject. I cannot help Father, and it is eating at my soul. I need to concentrate on
