Namara's POV:

Clearing my throat, I sat on the edge of my bed, with my suitcase open on the floor, half-packed with clothes for the trip to Bloodhall Pack. And just as I was about to accept the call, I hesitated because I hadn't called him in weeks.

Taking a deep breath, I swiped to answer, forcing warmth into my voice. "Hello dad.” I said, leaning back against the headboard.

"Namara, my dear.” His voice came through, gravelly but affectionate. "I've been waiting for your call. How ...