Declan pov.
Watching Kyle and Mitchell run off was hard. I want to go with them. I want to be there when she wakes up. I know she wouldn’t choose me, and would probably even be afraid of me. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know that she was okay.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked Connor. I didn’t really know how to talk to him yet. It was so weird for me. He was never really real to me. And now here he was.
“Don’t talk to me.” He grunted rudely as he stepped off the plane.
“Okay, prick.” I scoffed and walked out behind him, giving him the finger.
By now the whole pack was spilling out of the pack house to see what all the commotion was about. Nosey bastards.
All the older members, the ones who had been around 18 years ago when Connor died gasped in shock. I couldn't say I b
