ARIA
It'd been a week since I arrived at this place. And while I was still learning so much about my mother and her origins—fascinating in its own right—I longed to return to the Moss Green Pack.
I missed Atlas. So much, it physically hurt. It was the first time I'd ever felt this kind of yearning for a place that wasn't my home… though, maybe it was. That house, that pack—they'd accepted me. And Atlas was my second-chance mate. I had nowhere else to belong but there.
I'd tried reaching out to everyone, but this place? They lacked even the most basic communication tools. Not a single damn phone in sight. It was both bizarre and infuriating.
Lance had tried to explain it, saying no one here cared about phones. They used some kind of special communication method—secret signs or whatever —but I could tell he was lying. The place was modern enough, and he drove a car that probably cost more than most people's homes. So how hard would it really be to get a fucking phone?
