“He can’t just do that, right? I mean, I’ve been searching for my twin for f*****g years – ever since I found the baby scan when I was fifteen, and then he just shows up, no introduction, no picture perfect, planned family reunion; just shows up at the door and acts like he knows me. How did he even track me down?” Grey rants, throwing his arms around in the air in frustration. Whenever he flicks his wrist, something unintentionally goes flying to the other side of the room.
He flicks his hand to the right in anger, and the broken desk goes soaring out the pre-shattered window.
“Do you think he had a good childhood? He never knew his parents – I bet he doesn’t even know he has a sister – and a pack? Do you think he lived in a pack, or was he rogue? Maybe he was part of a rogue pack like
