Zain Pov
“What do you need?” I asked Cain, staring him in the eyes. He was a cute kid, ash-blonde hair, styled and hanging in his eyes, windblown to the side. Green eyes, light green, about the same shade as mine, if not a little lighter. I remembered him, he was the oldest of Colette and Axel’s kids, but that’s what made it so strange he was singling me out. Ever since they adopted Cain, he was trouble. Leaving school early, getting into fights, stealing. He did start getting better in school when he started hanging out with a human kid, but he was still a brat at home. They always were finding a lot of things in his room, strange things like extra blankets and pillows and such. When they questioned him about it he’d just get angry, saying he wasn’t sure if new siblings mean they’d t
