To say the dinner was awkward would be an understatement of the century. While mom and I tried to lighten the mood it was bound to work on a certain level. So, now we are back to being awkward. I ate my dinner in silence, already given up on trying to make dad and my mate talk with each other.
"So," my dad started suddenly, startling me. "In which pack do your parents reside?" he asked Maverick who stiffened beside me. I sneaked my hands below the table and gripped his hand. I'm going to give him all the support I can.
"I'm an orphan," my mate said in a gruff voice. I felt anger washed over me from the bond and I tightened my hands around his to calm him down. It is such a sensitive topic for him so he is bound to get angry. But then again dad doesn't know about him.
"You're going to jo
