MIA
All three of us turn around and head back towards the pack house.
The walk back was silent, with only small talk being made. I was feeling overwhelmed, but happy that I was back with my mum.
When the pack house was in sight. I notice a little boy looking over at us. He must have been about six years old. He stares at me and then towards my mother.
Alpha Sam looks over and smiles. We walk closer. The scent of the boy is familiar, but then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I stop suddenly.
My mother stops and looks back at me, and then towards the boy. She smiles. “Mia, this is your brother, Ryland and Ryland. This is your older sister, Mia, I was telling you about,” she says, looking between both of us with a smile.
My mouth drops open wide. That explains the scent and why he smelt
