Archer’s P.O.V.
As soon as I was cleared from the hospital, I had taken Bec to the pack house and left her with my parents. That was until I had the chance to say anything anyway. Since the second my mom had seen me walking inside the apartment, she had started to weep. And it had taken me a good ten minutes to calm her back down, ensuring her that I was just fine and everything would be OK from now on. When her tears were wiped away, I spent some time with my little pup. She had eyed me curiously, as if she was trying to ask me herself if I was doing OK. So, I had picked her up, carried her around Derek’s apartment and I had talked to her just a little bit in a soft voice. Telling her everything would be just fine, how I would build us a new home and she would get herself a new bedroom.
