/Aiden’s POV/

Rose handwriting was a sight for sore eyes, and so I curled up tightly in my side of the bunk, letting the words take me away.

Dear Alpha,

I am sorry that there is no other way to communicate. Your father told me that he used to write letters to his family in those days, so I am doing the same. I hope you are alright and have been looking after yourself.

Everything is fine here. I had dinner with the pack. Everyone is loud and loves talking about their day. It’s a nice change, so I stayed over instead of going back to our empty cabin. My...