“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.

My heart was heavy for a second before I pushed the ache away. This was part of being a female Were. You had to adapt to your mate’s pack. I knew this. The reality was just a little more bittersweet than I’d imagined.

“I need to know more about your pack. At home we have files on everyone who is and ever was a Wayfarer. I’m assuming you have something like that?”

“This way.” Donovan led me into his office. “There’s another set of files in the library, but these have my personal notes. Might come in handy.” He strode to a tall metal filing cabinet and gave it a pat. “Everything’s in here. I have journals about pack business through the years, which you’re welcome to as well. Hazel’s got the accounting, but you can ask her about that.” A little crinkle formed between his eyebrows as if he wanted to ask something.

“What?”