Chapter thirteen

Mia‟s pov

I had questions, so many that my head was pounding. After taking a shower and getting him some clothes that fit a bit better than what he was wearing when we found him, I took him to the pack house, as it was already lunch time. Curious gazes followed us as we sat down to eat, Ryan refusing to sit anywhere but beside me.

“Why is he so attached to you” Britney asked through the link so as to not make Ryan uncomfortable. “It‟s weird and I don‟t like it” dad said, making me realise it wasn‟t a private chat between Britney and I.

“Trust me when I tell you that I‟m dying to find out” I said putting food on my plate, which was when I noticed that Ryan wasn‟t putting any food on his plate.

“What‟s wrong?” I asked looking from him to the empty plate but his face flushed, a tint of pink tainting his pale complexion.

“I think he‟s waiting for your permission” aunt Kenya said into the link and I was puzzled but it made sense or maybe I was hallucinating, I guess all I can do is put the