#Chapter103

Week after week have gone. Weeks have turned into months. After a while, Jason had to order pack members to cover up my mother's disappearance.

Her job had contacted me. I had to get our pack doctor to pretend as if she was lying in a hospital, deep in a coma from some freak accident. Bills? They have become our obligation. If not, the house would become a dump then get foreclosed by the bank. My dog has become a part of this household. The only one who is able to run in the house on all fours daily.

Why can’t we go to the police? Jess had asked...