Owen's pov
I watched my father place our bags into the car like we didn't have people who did that for us. Like where we came from, the Alpha of the largest pack in Astoria typically loads the luggages of his two adult children and a teenage daughter.
Ari stood by the driver's side and by his countenance, he couldn't wait to get the hell out of Red storm.
Leila was in the back seat with her headset cranked to the highest volume. I could basically taste every word of the Metallica song she was blasting without even using my wolf ability but it didn't bother me as much as Alpha Noah loading the goddamn bags into the trunk of the car!
I moved closer to him.
"What do you mean we are leaving?" I asked him with an air of annoyance lining my tone.
"We are going home, Owen" he told me calmly.
"Dad?" I started to rebel but was cut off instantly.