SPICER GRAY
“Families are complicated.” They say. But not mine. Mine is out of the roof. Complicated isn’t the right word to describe it.
I understand my father and I don’t see eye to eye, but seriously, he couldn’t sit for a second and think. “What does Spicer want?”
When exactly did we get to this point? Yes, I was the one who brought this on myself but not once did I think it would me to go on a f*****g journey to retrieve some objects. Like. What the f**k dad?
Where is the object? What is the object?
Anyways, out of every word that was uttered two days ago, the last words from Sheree were the best. At least I get to be with my mate, to protect her. But really, will it be easy?
But then again, Sibyl came under Dad’s command, what if she asked about it because of me?
My wolf roll
