Albie
The man in front of me looked different from the one that I remembered. Oddly enough, it’s his face during court that always comes to me when I remember him and this man sitting on his bed with a book cracked open is not that man. A shell of it, probably.
“I see the center did you good” He says. Gruff and low just the same.
“Define good” I unceremoniously put another pot of flowers on the dresser that my Mom insisted on me taking to their room. For “bonding”
“You’re inheriting the pack and you are back home. Given you have two strangers, and both are brit, but they’re a small price to pay for you to inherit the pack” I hear him riffling through the pages of his book, I smell the comforting smell of paper as it fan through the room. “The center was a good choice”
Our routine mos
