No one spoke.
It was eerily quiet.
Sterling cleared his throat and gestured for us to take a seat before sitting down himself.
I didn’t move towards the chair until Grayson did. I took the seat to his left. I waited patiently for someone to speak up.
“Where to begin,” Sterling muttered to himself. “There is a group of rogue werewolves, they call themselves, Crimson Hand, they’re not nice people. Their ideology is that werewolves are supreme, and the human race is completely inferior. They want to wipe out the entire human race.”
My mouth fell open. I glanced over at Grayson, who was staring straight ahead at his father.
“And they want you,” his father continued.
“M-me?” I stuttered
