~Keegan~
Clay ran straight for his spot in front of the fireplace the moment we entered the house. I can hear Drake rummaging around upstairs doing god knows what as I wander into the living room exhausted.
I rather have stayed at Maya's but knew I needed to be home to find out what Drake found out. I’m sitting on the old, threadbare couch when Drake storms in. The door bangs against the wall, and I jerk forward, startled, as he comes in through the kitchen door into the living room.
Clay barely looks up from the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him, his paws lazily scratching the brickwork of the fireplace when he turns his attention to me, giving me a glare. I raise an eyebrow at him. He ignored me the entire way home.
"Keegan, we need to talk," Drake's voice is gruff, his g
