Ezra led me toward the house. "There is someone waiting inside for you," Ezra whispers, making me pull back from him. "He is in the living room, I pulled him from work."
I toss my bag at him before racing inside, Ezra laughs behind me as I slide across the floor, my shoes lose grip, and I only just manage to catch myself on the door frame. "Dad!" I squeal before launching myself at him.
"Pumpkin," he says, squeezing me tight.
"I missed you," I confess, hugging back as tight as I can.
"How can you miss me? It's only been a few days? Oh! The Alpha marked you. Did you tell your mom yet? What did she say?" My dad teases.
"Where is mom?" I ask, ignoring his comment.
"At work, I asked if she wanted to come, but said she has Pack training," he explains, with a shrug.
"That's alright," I te
