Mason's POV(Continued)
“Do you remember when you got home Mason?” father asked calmly.
“Um, not really. But the sun was just setting when I returned home. So about 5 or 6? I don’t remember much after I shifted.”
“You shifted?”
“Into your wolf form?” Those were the only audible words I caught from the three shocked faces of my uncle, mum and Syl.
“And After that?” Dad caught in his commanding voice once again.
“I don’t know. I only remember when mum came into the room.”
“That was about an hour ago, around 11. I wanted to know why you missed dinner.” Mum mumbled.
Making a rough calculation, I estimated that the wolf brought me home at 5 and I conked out for six straight hours.
“But how did you get hurt in the Grimrock fire? Entry is forbidden to all.” Uncle Brett was dad’s exact rep
