"What happened" he growled.
"I found her like this," I said sobbing.
He closed his eyes in grief and then reached over and grabbed me, cradling me to his chest. "You can't stay here," he said simply "somebody murdered your mother."
"Where am I going then?"
He grimaced. "You're coming to the pack house," he said with finality and resignation.
I stared at him numbly.
My hands were covered in blood. He took me to the kitchen sink and washed them as I stood there, in a state of disbelief. He washed his own as well and then tugged me towards the door. I followed willingly, as he led me to his car, pushing me into the passenger side. I got in and sat there, buckling myself in. He looked morose. I didn't know why he had come back so early and I wasn't about to ask now. He started the car
