#Chapter 61: Realization

Grace As the evening sun painted the sky in fiery hues, I found myself at home, sitting in the cozy living room of the Mooncrest Pack House, my mind replaying the encounter with Jackson. Cecil was in the playroom, and Richard was cooing up at the toys that hung from the top of his rocker. They were blissfully ignorant of everything going on. I envied them. My day had been a whirlwind of emotions and challenges. Jackson's words had haunted me like a ghost all day. I knew he hadn't meant to be cruel and that he was probably just concerned about me, but his words had stung deeply. Maybe if you got married again--to a werewolf who knew what he was doing... I scoffed. Where the hell was that werewolf when I was in college? When my father died? And where the hell did he get off insinuating that my ability to lead was less than this imaginary man? Jackson had always been a bit of a chauvinist, but this was worse than usual. I sighed, staring out of the window. My thought