The words that Enrik just spoke, as well as the look on the man’s face, didn’t bode well for his parents, and that scared the s**t out of him.
Enrik gave his mom and dad a once-over, then turned back to Sparrow and Congo. “Why is it that many of our kind have found their mates without a problem, and yet you find yours, Congo, and I have nothing but trouble? This makes three humans that have discovered our existence in a short period of time. Sparrow, are you always going to be this much trouble?”
“Hey! Don’t you dare talk to my sons that way,” Linda snapped.
Sparrow groaned, knowing this was not going to go well at all, but it was Congo that jumped in,
“Mom, this is our leader of my tribe. You can’t...”
“I don’t give a s**t if he’s the Grand Poohbah of the world. No one speaks to
