QUINN
“Okay, spill, favorite niece.”
I sat near the little fire pit in my backyard, nursing a glass of soda while I stared into the flickering warmth of the dying fire, thinking about Michael and everything that happened in the few minutes we were alone. I turned my head to see my father’s youngest brother sitting next to me.
“I’m your only niece,” I corrected. He shrugged.
“Just because there isn’t much competition doesn’t mean you aren’t my favorite,” he smiled. I cracked a small smile too. “What’s got you over here sulking? You’re usually much more energetic at these little parties.”
I sighed and looked back at the fire. “Just dumb boy stuff,” I mumbled.
“Is there some stupid wolf messing with my favorite niece’s heart? Who do I need to rip apart?” he growled.
I rolled my ey
