Chapter 8.
GRAYSON.
I smiled at my mom and watched her frown right back.
“You didn’t tell me, Grayson.”
I fought to stop myself from bowing my head in shame. “We only found out yesterday. She was at Claire’s house.”
“We? You mean she’s your pack’s mate? Like with Dexter’s pack?”
My mother sounded surprised.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
She crossed her arms over her rather large chest. “Oh, nothing. I just... Some of elders thought this may be a pattern, one mate per triad. I wasn’t sure. But now...”
The curtain to the dressing room moved aside and a woman stepped out.
One with long, flowing brown hair, thin legs and perky breasts that lifted her tank top.
Whoa.
“Everything’s too tight.” Nevaeh said as she tugged at her tank and the jeans that hugged her a*s.
“No,” my mother said, her
