“DVDs.”

I couldn’t even deal with that. Not with the jet lag and the mad wolf and the murder scene and…

Time to regroup. I just had to think… “I can fix this. I just need a second.” Come on, Meredith. Who did I know that could help upgrade a castle of this size to the modern era?

“There’s this IT specialist, Sophia, in the Arizona pack. She upgraded our system a couple years ago. I’ll call her and we can get this place wired.”

Donovan winced. “Might have to wait until other things get sorted first.”

Right. We’d hunt down John’s murderer, figure out a solution to the Vivian mess, and then get Wi-Fi. I’d be without for, like, a month. Tops.

I checked my phone. I had a signal. Data was roaming and I couldn’t even load a Google search, but at least I could text and make a call. Or so I hoped. Because if I didn’t have that…

I’d survive. Yes, I’d be super behind on this season of Escaping Polygamy and I didn’t even want to think about Life in Pieces or Jane the Virgin, but I’d catch up. The hardest part was going to be the lack of Skype. No calls to my friends. No chats with Ciara or Max. I was totally cut off from my friends and family, with a hostile pack and no TV to give me any relief.

“I’ll find the library later and email Sophia. We can have her come in a few weeks.” Getting that locked in would at least give me a light at the end of the tunnel.

Donovan pulled me up from the bed, rubbing his hands up and down my arms as if to soothe me. “We’ll get it sorted. I want you happy and comfortable in your new home.”

“I will be.” At least I hoped I would be. Right now, this place wasn’t home to me at all. I hadn’t even been here a day, so that made sense. But I’d figure it out. I just had to give it some time.

While we were on the topic of making this my home, I wondered when Donovan was thinking of making us official. Before John died, we’d talked about waiting a while. I had a feeling that had changed. “Now that I’m here, should we go ahead and have our ceremony?”

He let out a relieved breath, and I knew I’d asked the right question. “Next full moon is in three weeks. I’d like to be here until then. The pack needs me, and it’d be better if you were Irish pack, too. Do you mind moving it up?”

“That’s fine,” I said the words, but I wasn’t sure if I meant them.

Not that I didn’t want to have the ceremony, but having it meant saying good-bye to my family. When I left, I hadn’t realized I wouldn’t ever be going home again. Not that I couldn’t go home physically, but it wouldn’t be my home pack anymore. I wouldn’t be a Wayfarer. I’d be an outsider. If I’d thought about it, it might have changed the way I left. I could’ve at least brought Max to Ireland with me.