"I want to know why you haven't had the decency to tell us personally that you have a son," his father demands, his face creased with anger, "We had to hear it from other people. No matter how badly you want to pretend you're a Taffy. Your family is us."
"Shut your fücking mouth and don't talk to me like that. I don't even want to look at you face," Daniel spits, his hand keeping me behind his body and pulling my mother too, as if he wants to protect us from this useless beta. "You're very lucky Frank allows you to keep living here, so you better leave before I ask him to stop being so fücking forgiving.”
"I'm just exercising my right to speak. I want to meet my grandson, it's my right." He insists and my wolf wakes up when his pup is mentioned once again. He’s not happy.
"No it isn't.
