Chapter 9

"Are we there yet?" Shawn asked after half an hour of riding in the car.

Ryan glared at him. "Does it look like we're there?" Ryan snapped.

"I was just asking."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. For like the twentieth time in the past ten minutes!" I said exasperated.

Shawn mumbled something about me and Ryan being jerks. "How long till we get there?" Shawn asked.

Ryan stopped the car and pulled out his phone. "This is Alpha Hayes. We are at the pack lines" The other caller said something too low to be heard. Ryan ended the call and started driving again. About fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to the pack house.

Once the door opened, the most intoxicating smell entered my nose. 'Mate!' Ingrid shouted. I inhaled the scent of citrus and grass, before getting out the car. I walked faster to catch up to Ryan and Shawn who were already at the front door. I can't believe that he's here!