Connor stayed for a bit. We tried to talk about anything but the planned uprising and Leo, however, it was hard to avoid it. Like ignoring a herd of elephants in the room.
Eventually, he had some kind of duty thing and I was left all alone. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't glad. The past thirteen years of my life had just been regurgitated in front of me and the father I thought to be dead was now planning to kill my mate and destroy my pack. I had to have some time to make sense of it all if that was even possible.
There was also the grief, shock and utter terror of the Halimede attack to deal with. And the fact that Connor has a son. And the fact that I was effectively being held prisoner in a castle ran by exiled rebels.