Rip:
It's a two-story german house. White, blue shudders. A massive English walnut tree brings shade to the yard. Mikhail is standing behind me as I reached to ring the doorbell. I pulled back right before ringing it. I can feel her inside. Three of them. Grayson, my mother, a human. My dad is the one that pressed it. We all stepped back leaving him there. While it's urgent to me, I can see where it pains him to wait. His mate. Well, one of them.
She looks a lot different from Miranda. Her long hair was up in a bun. She's dressed like a normal person not like the rich psychotic b***h Miranda is. She smiled at my dad, but the real magic came when she looked beyond him to me. She has my dad's mark on her shoulder.
"Ripley," she whispered making my stomach leap.
"Mom," the
