Age 19
Evan dropped the duffel bag into the trunk of his car, taking a long look up at the pack house in front of him. It was so different from the one he had grown up in that Evan wasn’t sure he could ever imagine calling this place home.
The week had gone better than expected. He’d run a few training sessions and had been surprised by how much he enjoyed teaching. Ty had even suggested he consider mentoring more seriously after graduation. That idea still echoed in his head, along with the quiet but steady certainty he felt about returning to the academy. He missed Alex. Missed the routine, the structure, the space to breathe. Green River still pulled at something deep inside him, but it also stirred memories he didn’t always want.
The front door to the pack house swung open.
“Hey,”
