Grant had arrived about an hour ago. Rushing in and locking the front door. Like that could keep out a werewolf. He explained everything and believes that rogues were paid to follow him.
Exacerbated, cold from the night air, and no doubt hungry seeing as he’s a teenage boy, somehow Grant looked like he could take on the world. He was smiling to himself and had this light air around him that he didn’t ever have before. He’d faked it before but this was genuine.
“We are officially at war with our old pack!” He sounded psychotic. He was too happy about it.
“Can you not make it sound like you are happy to die Grant?”
“Who said anything about dying, Tessa! Have you seen Lucian lately? Have you seen yourself?! The Moon Goddess has a plan and I trust her. I trust her because she got me out
