‘We need to meet with your father’ my dad is saying, trying to soothe the raging Alpha, ‘set the ground rules.'
I see Caden stiffen just as his gaze swings toward me, his shoulders relaxing, ‘Leeway’ he murmurs hoarsely, causing my parents to spin around and face me.
‘Jamie-lee, your hair is soaking, get upstairs and dry it before you get sick’ my mother flusters, moving toward me making shooing motions with her hands.
‘Mum, we’re werewolves, we don’t get colds’ I mutter, my eyes still on Caden who looks like he didn’t sleep at all last night. ‘Plus the whole wet hair causing a cold is an old wives tale anyway’ I add.
‘Well you should still get your hair dried’ my mother fusses, trying to push at me to get me moving, ‘you can’t walk around looking like you just fell in the river.’
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