I slowly sat down on the couch, not processing what they just said to me. What the hell was Wyatt talking about? I have only heard a word like mates in the movies or on television shows. I wasn’t sure as to why he would bring anything like that up to me. I sat here on this couch completely frozen, as if someone put a spell on me.
“I told you not to say anything. What did you think was going to happen?”
“Greyson, if you aren’t going to help then get the hell out!”
I heard them as the started arguing once again, on what was best. That’s all the seemed to be doing today. Arguing about what I should or shouldn’t know.
As if it was their choice to make but this was my life not theirs. If something was going on, then I had a right to know. I deserved to know what the hell was happeni
