“Now, if you don’t want a smashed-up nose for the rest of your life, your friends will tell me what crew you’re from?” he grabbed the back of the bears head again.
“We were sent messages!” Bear blurted.
“s**t, man, now were dead” Moose said, looking sick.
“What has whoever got on you to make you so scared?” Grayson said from the sofa he was flicking through the channels on the big tv on the wall. Next to the fireplace. “You’re big ass dominant shifters. Never seen a moose one before though” he settled on a action movie.
“I’m a, Irish elk, and the names Devon, tiger here is Brooke and bear boy is Beast. Don’t ask why, his mom called him that, we don’t know.”
“Why would anyone call a baby Beast?” Jaxon asked as he dug through the fridge for more food. He pulled out some pizza rolls
