I didn’t start explaining anything until my mom returned to the room and took a seat right beside my dad. I kept reassuring him that everything was okay and that I was fine.
I was at least glad that he was only looking at Layton with curiosity. I had been scared that he wouldn’t accept Layton because he was a Werewolf.
“Layton knows what I am,” I stated, not knowing where to start.
“You told him?” My dad grimly asked.
“It wasn’t by choice.”
My dad completely ignored that, and his green eyes met Layton’s grayish blue ones.
“Werewolf…” My dad whispered, shaking his head, like if he still couldn’t believe it.
“Layton, he’s my, well, I’m his…” I said, not knowing how to explain.
“Cassidy is my mate,” Layton stated firmly.
That statement, just like telling them about Werewolves, brough
