Lyra sat in her car, staring at the house that she had not been in since Monday. It was Friday now. She knew that the house had been cleaned up. Jake had assured her earlier in the week that it had been taken care of, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to go in. If it wasn’t for her father’s truck in the driveway, she would have already gone back to the packhouse.
Reluctantly she swung herself out of the car and walked up the ramp and through the open front door. Her father was standing in the empty living room, hands on his hips as he looked around the almost bare space.
“Alpha had most of the stuff thrown away,” Lyle said, not even turning to look at her. “He said most of it was damaged beyond repair.”
Lyra nodded. “He told me that too.”
Lyle sighed, turning to look at her. “I’ll h
