“BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN, Dad?”
His father frowned, chewing on his lip and huffing. “I’ve only ever heard about this once before, from a story my grandfather once told us.”
Grayson threw his hands up to the sky. Since he’d shown his father the spot where the missing mark had been, his father had been practically silent. Pale. Strange. Stunned.
“Well, what did he say?”
There was silence again, and Grayson collapsed into the armchair opposite his dad. He’d found his father at home, having lunch as he often did.
“Tell me again what happened to Reagan’s mark. “
Grayson rolled his eyes. He’d already repeated this part twice. “Reagan’s birthmark is pretty much the same, but it now has a wolf standing beneath the tree. Not that it’s a tree, technically, but you know what I mean. It has blue e
