Daphne
I’ve never kept secrets from my brothers. Or from Bella. But maybe that’s because I never had a secret worth keeping.
I pulled up to the stone-and-timber pack house that had been my home since the day I was born. It had always been the place where I felt safe, protected, and welcomed. But I felt strangely empty as I pulled my luggage out of the back of my car and used the pull-bar to drag it toward the front door.
I was only home for a few days, and then I would be re-packing for my move to the King’s palace outside of Quebec. Maybe that was why the familiar halls of my home didn’t seem to illicit the same kind of joy and peace as they usually did. Maybe it had nothing to do with the fact that I was coming home pregnant, without a mate, or even a boyfriend.
I put my bag in my ro
