The Prodigal and the Pack Pt. 09
Part One: Zack The week before Thanksgiving break was insane. I had three group projects and two papers due. I hit the ground running on Monday morning and the next thing I know its Thursday night. The dorms were starting to empty out as people headed home for the Thanksgiving break. My Friday class was canceled in advance, so I had the day off. I was glad, because Friday night was going to be huge. So last weekend I had sex with my father. That sounds so weird. Not the sex part, although I suppose that would also qualify. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that I have a birth-father, but I didn't feel the doubts that I felt before. I couldn't deny the connection I felt with Connor Sinclair and his family. I don't know how to describe it except right. I felt right with them, like I belonged. The phenomenal sex didn't hurt either. I woke up Friday morning with all these thoughts in my mind. Tonight was the night. Tonight, I was going to become a werew