MICHAEL
I heard the lock click behind us as I walked into the garage with Lawrence behind me. My mom wasn’t home, but she was supposed to be soon. I assumed he didn’t want anyone to interrupt what was coming. The packhouse garage was mainly used for tools and lawn equipment as well as storage.
“Your mom can’t save you here, Michael,” Lawrence hissed from behind me. Ah, so I was right. Whatever this is should be great.
“I got a call from the school, again,” he continued. “Not only are your grades slipping, I hear you’re skipping class now?”
Fuck. He knew. I could feel the dread spreading from my chest, and my stomach fell somewhere beneath me.
“You took away the only thing I cared about,” I managed to respond. I was starting to feel anger flare up within me, and my new wolf was bris
