Frankie
“I have something that I want to show you.” Drake told me as he pulled me outside. I guess his conversation with his grandfather went well.
“We are interrupting training, and Dillon still needs the floor wiped with his tale.” I exasperatedly huffed out. Drake came back to the mats for all of thirty minutes while I was in the middle of teaching a new move to his siblings. I had to leave Justine in charge.
He stopped us in the middle of the training field. “This is pretty cool, and it’ll only take a minute.” Drake stepped away from me and closed his eyes in concentration. I heard his bones popping in a shift but only his hands and wings presented themselves.
“That's pretty neat babe.” I said studying him.
Drake shook his head, “Not done yet.” He looked at me as his eyes swirled
