I could feel their eyes upon me. Not just the eyes of my parents this time. Presley too. She seemed to have joined them. Joined them in their judgment. Their critical looks. I could feel my whole body tensing. My heart pounding. This was not comfortable. I did not want to be here, yet I felt weighed down. Stuck to the spot. Unable to move.
If they weren’t looking at me, I was aware of them exchanging glances between themselves. Knowing glances. Glances that communicated their thoughts. Their judgment. All thinking so very lowly of me. Of my failure. It would not be long until my father realized just how much of a failure his son truly was. What I feared most, was would he cast me out then?
Obviously, Presley had not formally been made a member of our pack yet, so she was unable to mind
