what am I coming home to

Aryn had sent Veigar away not long after stepping foot back into the Nook. Whatever was to be the result of her running away and returning home, the orphaned pup would not be there to witness it. Aryn was not so stupid as to think that Recluse would accept her back with loving arms, understanding of the sickness that had touched her mind and forgiving her without so much as a scratch. She'd be punished today, perhaps enslaved or worse. Aryn was as prepared as she could be, and with a resigned sigh she tilted her head back and gave a wobbly, nervous howl to summon her alpha.