(April's POV)
Thankfully, I'd never heard anything more about what happened that night. But as I came out of my thoughts my gaze went from my Dad’s to Alex’s to Uncle Wyatt’s and back again and again. What I saw in each of them had me a bit shook.
Dad was so livid, I was actually afraid he was gonna shift. His face was so red it was starting to gain tiny purple splotches. Uncle Wyatt wasn’t so very far behind him. Alex had a myriad of emotions crossing his features. “Guys, it’s alright. I'm alive n' kickin' still, and no worse for wear.”
I was trying to sound lighthearted, to put their minds at ease, but then Dad just growled loudly while Alex? He picked up the little table sitting between my chair and Dad’s and angrily roared as he chucked it through the window without a second thoug
