Chris's POV
My father’s looking at me like I’ve completely lost my mind, but I know what I saw that day. Dylan didn’t look like someone trying to kill that beast. If anything, it was like he was protecting it. But my old man refuses to believe me. Even Caroline acts like I’m crazy.
“Even if what you said is true,” she says softly, “there’s no need to worry anyone. The beast is dead.”
“Dead?” I laugh bitterly. “I’m telling you, that son of a b***h was protecting the thing that day, and you think he’d kill it? You must be deluded.”
“You’re the one who’s deluded,” my father growled, rising from the couch. “And I think I’ve heard enough.”
He turned and started walking away. Typical. But he’d only taken a few steps when something clicked in my head like a damn lightbulb. I smacked my fore
