Wyatt
The trip up to Oregon was kind of strange. The looks that were given to us felt like fear. I smiled as much as I could so that the humans wouldn't be afraid, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Except for the females.
At the airport, Madison was tense and growled low at any woman who batted her eyes at me. Ronan, surprisingly, seemed frustrated by the attention. The women and some men would gape at him and he would look away, his face set in a blank look, looking almost like a full Fae with a superiority complex.
My mom, who took the lead in front of us, elbowed her way through people when her asking nicely failed the first few times. When they would turn to her with angry faces, they would falter when they saw Ronan, Madison and I flanking her.
I hated to say that this wa
