As I sit on my bed and stare out the window, I continue to replay everything Owen and Finn have talked to me about tonight.
I haven’t really had much time to think of what I was going to do next, and honestly, I have no idea either. One thing is for sure, though, I know I don’t want to be a rogue.
But do I really have another option besides my friend’s new pack? I’m still really surprised Finn didn’t join our pack. No. Scratch that. I should say my old pack.
It is tradition in the werewolf community the mate of an alpha joins the alpha’s pack. This is the first time I’ve ever heard of the alpha joining the omega’s pack. From what little they told me, I get the impression Finn’s pack is a little different and unique.
I look up at the dark sky through the window. However, I can’t see anything. Just like my future, I can’t see anything. Not even one small glimmer of light.