The soothing smell of my clean sheets and the cozy feeling of my room were therapeutic. It felt so good to be back home.

Home…where I grew up. Where I felt the happiest and more comfortable. Here, in my Father's Pack. In my Father's mansion. In the room he'd designed single-handedly for me.

“Here, have some tea.” Mother said, passing the mug to me.

I slowly took it. The smell was a bit…pungent. I tried hard not to scrunch my nose.

“What kinda tea is this?”

“Herbal. It'll ...