Keifer POV
My Dad picks me up from the airport, and it's an odd sight seeing him standing in the middle of a bunch of humans. He towers over everyone around him, his hands in his pockets and a glare on his face.
When he spots me, his features soften. The corners of his lips twitch slightly.
We hug, a brief, tight embrace that makes me exhale. The trip wasn't overly long, but I'm feeling weary. I haven't seen him in person in almost a year, but nothing has changed. He's still the same stoic lycan that raised me.
"Let's get out of here. I'm tired of these humans." I laugh at my Dad's harsh words, a slight reprieve from my stress that's still building with every minute.
Dad has always hated humans, and then he met Mom. She was the one that softened him, only slightly, because he still despises being in the human world. There's only one human he loves, and she has him wrapped around his finger. She changed him in many ways.