One week.
7 days. One hundred and sixty eight hours. Ten thousand eighty minutes.
I had time to figure that all out, while waiting for time to pass. Ironic isn't it? Might as well have been a million days, because that's how it felt.
Whoever said that time made things easier, was a liar.
Time makes it harder.
"Trev. Mom's home." My dad pokes his head into the room, looking like a kid in a candy store.
I don't blame him, if my mate was here, I'd probably look the same way. I follow behind him, with much less enthusiasm I might add. Not that I'm not excited that my mom is home from her spa vacation, I am. But my dad is literally bouncing on his feet.
"Libby!" My dad rushes off the porch the minute my mom steps from the car.
No surprise, but Alpha Dean is right behind him, embracing L
