I woke up to the sound of voices talking downstairs–scratch that–shouting down stairs.
I quickly jumped out of bed and walked out of my room. I crept quietly down the stairs and used my strong hearing to listen.
"That wasn't just a bad dream," I heard an angry voice from the kitchen. I immediately recognized that it belonged to my mate. "It was more than a dream, I know it!"
"You need to calm down," I heard mom's voice.
"Don't tell me to calm down," my mate ordered. "She is my mate and I need to know what happened. I know that you know what happened, so you better start talking."
"This is my house. Don't you dare order me around."
I took that as my cue to walk in so my mate doesn't do anything stupid.
"What's going on here?" I asked. Mom looked pissed off
