The moment the call had ended, I walked away from Zaine and out onto the decking. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. I did not know what to say to him at that moment. The look upon his face said it all, he would see it as me having surrendered to his father’s demands of us returning, but in truth any desire to remain at the beach house had gone. I knew there would be little enjoyment if we were to stay. Our minds would be fluttering back to the pack and the issues waiting for us upon our impending return. Zaine needed to return home and deal with all of this, whether he was willing to accept it or not.
But, the frustrating thing was, when it came down to it, despite his initial agreement with me, when his father was on the other end of the phone, it appeared he could not find the
