Blake was still on his knees and holding the bars like he wanted to rip them open. I could tell that he wanted to just come in here to take us back home. I could tell that Blake was serious about what he said. He did want us to come back. But to what? A pack that would grudgingly accept us. I have been shamed, for almost 7 years, since Graham put his plan into play. It has been over 6 years since my own mate told the whole pack of my betrayal of him. Six years of the whole pack calling my son a bastard. And for what? For Blake to be revered and celebrated. His whole pack gives him sympathy for what all he has had to go through and endure. Because his mate is a cheater, or so they were told. We already had enough against us when we arrived. People know who we were. They knew we had a price
