#Chapter65 CLARA
I look at Kyle who is uncomfortably shifting in his seat, not knowing how to endure this torture because I know he doesn’t want to be the alpha of this pack. It isn’t home to him and I’m afraid if this place doesn’t feel like home yet, it may never calm his wolf down. I may have uprooted my and my children’s lives for nothing after all. The thought makes me nauseous and makes me want to hurl everything I have eaten today. Even now, I’m missing Ben and Ariel. They couldn’t be here because of Mick and Paula and I’m tempted to fling the dining table upside down, pack my bags, and race home.
/"I will do it when he’s ready,/" Samuel says briskly, as if he too, doesn’t want to discuss this topic. I don’t care what his reasons are, I’m thankful for his clipped short answers.
