Greyson
I don’t know if it’s my cousin’s curse we now share, or if it’s something else, but I can swear he looks like he knows me from somewhere. Like he knows everything about me. Which is impossible, of course. How would some random human know someone like me? It’s the curse. It has to be. And we have to find a way to explain to him what happened in a manner he’d understand without giving ourselves up, because telling humans about the shifter world is damn illegal and can get us into a whole lot of trouble.
“Who hired you?” I ask finally, having to start from somewhere. We still do have a job to do here anyway.
“I… I don’t know,” the kid says, his eyes widening in fear. “I mean, a buddy called me, said he had a job for me… I swear I don’t know anything more. I am just very good with l
