LESLEY'S POV

I was away from home for as long as I could. But around midday, I was cold, hungry, and tired. I wanted to go home and sleep. Perhaps if I was lucky, the rejection would have been written and stuck on the fridge and I did not have to see Cedrick again.

I could run back to my old pack. Become my uncle's pet again and just live life like a hollow fuck doll. I would die of an STD or AIDS or some shit like that in a couple of years and then I would be free.

I opened the patio door and walked in. His scent...