Having thrown our clothes back into their bags and packed almost as easily as we had unpacked, but in a much more somber mood, we had left the beach house far too early for my liking. Despite my low mood at the thought of leaving, I was not going to force Presley to remain somewhere she did not want to be. I think, as it was, she was already likely on the verge of contemplating heading back to her home pack. And, who could blame her? Who would want to stay around for the mess that my life seemed to be? I was an upcoming Alpha whose life was spiraling out of control. Nobody in the right mind would want to be around to get caught in the aftermath.
The journey home was an awkwardly silent one. Far from the usual driving trips me and my friend would take together. No laughter. No incessant c
