{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
I sat on the bed of my guestroom and waited for Rylee. I couldn’t believe that shithole she had to live in these last eight years. A shoe closet under the stairs. It didn’t even look habitable. I couldn’t wait to take Rylee out of here, she deserved so much better. Not just because she was an Alpha’s daughter or my mate, but because she was a living and breathing person. The conditions that room was in made me want to vomit and at the time, kill every single pack member of the Halfmoon pack.
After about ten minutes, I felt that Rylee was taking too long, I got up to go get her, but then I picked up the faint scent of chamomile tea outside my door. She was right outside, I was about to open the door for her when I heard someone’s voice.
