Chapter Eight

I put her in my bed before heading back downstairs. Dad had come home and was talking in the lounge room with Samuels. They were arguing about something.

“What’s going on?” I ask when I get down the stairs. I walk towards them leaning over the back of the couch waiting for their reply. Dad turns towards me, one hand on his hip and the other wiping down his face before rubbing the stubble on his chin. His brown eyes looked concerned.

“Samuels here thinks Cassidy was adopted, which is crazy because she’s a werewolf and we’ve known her since she was a baby.” Dad replies, turning back to face Samuels. “And even if she was adopted, why did they keep it a secret and where did she come from?” he continues.

“I mean, I kind of agree with Samuels here dad. Look at it logically. Cass looks nothing like either of her parents, never has. Nobody saw her mum pregnant right?” I say jumping over the back of the co