LYRIC
The following day, Father and I returned home to the Pack, as did every Alpha.
I was exhausted and simply wanted a shower and a bath, but my sister had a way of getting in the way of my wants.
"How was your stay in Blystara?" She asked as I walked toward the door of my room. "Ooh. Looks like you ran into a bit of trouble," she pointed at the patched part of my head.
It actually didn't hurt anymore. In a couple of days, the mark would be completely gone.
"I'm fine, Nora. Just go, please."
She couldn't accompany us to the funeral as she had something very important to take care of. She had been somewhat depressed since Roderick started treating her like trash. But it really wasn't my fault.
"I hope the driver was really hard," she suddenly said when I was about to open my door.
