Matthew and Willow led me inside the packhouse, and I noticed that there were quite a few people in the living room.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were hosting,” I said.
“Don’t be silly. This is just a pack meeting with all our officials,” Matthew replied.
“Still…” I began, feeling out of place.
“Everyone, this is our granddaughter Novalee. You may remember her as a little girl running around,” Willow introduced me.
“Of course! It’s lovely to see you again,” a woman said, but immediately, I sensed that I wasn’t particularly welcome.
The pack officials didn’t seem too happy to see me there. I hadn’t done anything to warrant their coldness, and it didn’t take a genius to understand why. It was because of my mother. They probably assumed I was just like her.
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