Derry’s POV.
All the other faces seem to fade away as I stare back at my dad through watery eyes. His hair is the same shade of blond as mine, his defined lips matching my own, his eyes are a different colour to mine but the shape and size are the same. Hawk squeezes my hand in support. My father's eyes travel down to the bundle strapped to my chest and his smile grows. Hawk is addressing the pack but I don’t hear any of it. Movement to my dad's right catches my eye. A young boy of about 12 is waving enthusiastically at me with a goofy grin that reminds me of my own at his age. I give him a small wave back. I can’t wait to meet him. To my dad's right is a beautiful red-headed woman. She gives me a half smile and a small nod of her head. Her eyes look sad as I nod back. Next to her is a te
