MIA
Walking back to the café, I felt slightly better.
The conversation flowed freely between the three of us. Mainly my grandfather, telling me all about when he was alpha of the pack and what he would have done differently.
“There are not many things I would change,” he murmured, looking ahead with a smile. “Your uncle has taken this pack somewhere better than I ever could.”
“More like followed the century,” mum blurted, which was quite quick for her to come back with. I let out a laugh, while my grandfather pulled a face.
“You may be older, but you still have a smack behind the head,” he grumbled, which made me look at mum, who smirked. I loved watching the way they were together. It brought me closer to remembering what it was to have a family. They were waiting for us. They look
