BREELYNN’S POV
The majority of my youth was spent keeping to myself. Blending into the scenery, keeping my head down, and learning as much as possible. Even though I moved around a lot, I basically lived in two places. A group home that felt more like prison life without bars than a home, but the expectant familiarity it had a comfort to it. The other was the family home.
For those of us who weren’t adopted or would never be adopted, the family home was a terrifying experience. We had all heard the stories of the loving family taking in a wayward child and providing a safe and friendly environment, but very few of us ever really experienced it.
I preferred the group home. And learning that I am a werewolf meant to live in a pack adds an entirely new level to my feeling at ease in that
