I got to my feet and unlocked the door, only for Dad to envelope me in his warm embrace. My heart squeezed, feeling guilty for causing him to worry. I looked up at him, Dad may be sixty, but he looked as if he was in his mid-forties. Werewolf genes at its finest, and on top of that he was one of the most handsome men I had seen. Even if not by blood… he was my Dad.

"Why did you run?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow.

I looked away, wondering where Mama and Raven were. Was Mama angry?

"I messed up…" I said, turning my back to him...