“Grace, you can't just leave everything you know behind," Dad says with the bang of his fist against the table.

Mom does nothing but sits quietly by him with her hands placed in her lap and head hung low. I can see that she has different ideas than my dad, but she wouldn't dare speak against her mate. She is too old fashioned.

"Can't you understand why I'm doing this?" My voice is a low whisper. I don't like having arguments with my father. However, sometimes it can't be prevented; like now.

Since I have told him about my plans to leave the pack and mate another wolf he has...