CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
It was a few minutes past seven when Ian strolled into the diner, dragging his clearly tired body towards a booth in the left corner of where we were sitting. Even that snarky waitress Roxy was not exactly in a good mood as she took his order.
“I can’t believe he has the guts to show up here,” Andrew whispered, sneaking a glance.
“Come on guys, just leave him alone. The poor boy is petrified as it is,” I said. Pointing fingers at Ian and his father are what Peggy and the guys had been doing this entire time. They were my friends and I get that they were feeling relieved because another pack was now receiving all the hate but I was beginning to consider. I wanted to hear his side of story but at the same time I was feeling a little too proud for it.
“Petrifi
