Sam POV
There was something up with Nathan. The way he ran, it looked like he was excited or eager to be somewhere. He was not like this when we were back in Crosswinds. Perhaps it was the feeling of being back to where he came to be, where we first shifted, our first home, that made him run like there was no tomorrow.
“We are not in a race, you know. Relax. We still have a few days here. We don’t have to be somewhere at this moment,” I mumbled.
“Just glad to be back home,” Nathan replied. I didn’t have any good comeback so I stayed silent and let him be.
Nathan had been clawing, growling, and threatening me for so long that I already gave up when Dad insisted that I come for a visit. It was as if they had been ganging up on me. It was stressful and my mind was about to blow up. I ca
