I almost threw my boots before I realized it was Sawyer wearing a wolf mask. Asher sneaked up behind us and startled us out of nowhere.
Timothee clenched his jaw, holding back his anger, but I knew that beneath his stern, furious expression, he was trying to make the boys understand they shouldn’t be doing this.
“Sawyer?” Timothee muttered. “What are you doing here with Asher? Shouldn’t you be in class?”
Sawyer pouted after removing his wolf mask. “We were just playing around.”
“Son, you’re growing up so fast, and that means there’s no time for games like before,” Timothee insisted.
A tense silence hung in the air. Sawyer’s defiance met Timothee’s stern gaze, while Asher stood behind them, his disappointment palpable. His eyes flickered with a longing for attention, a desperate need t
