Alyssa
When I arrived at the packhouse, my father was as stiff as a board. The reason? Unknown. I watched as my mother wrangled her hands over and over. She was nervous, and my father was pissed. I wondered if they had heard that I had found my mate and said the mate was not with us. I turned around, ignoring his pleas to go into the office. I turned around to face Richard, Kaelie, and James.
“Dad, Mom, meet James. Kaelie’s mate.” I pointed my hand over at James, who was standing there holding Kaelie in his arms. He has an obvious admiration for his mate. Mom smiles at their encounter and looks over at me. Whatever it is, it’s something big, and I am dying to find out.
“What is going on?” I asked, looking between them both. They are usually delighted and joyful when I arrive on trips,
