Al.com Obits Birmingham Novels & Stories

Baylor POV “Come on Baylor, those dishes aren’t going to do themselves” Kenneth shouted from the grill area. I can tell you, I fucking loathe doing dishes. But I digress, when you’re 15 and not technically of legal age to work, eleven dollars an hour doing dishes isn’t the worst I could be doing. “Listen big guy, I am going as fast as I can, it’s Mother’s Day and this dive is packed” I shouted back. Kenneth is my best friend and has been as far back as I can remember. We lived in Monroeville together and managed to escape from there two years ago and have never looked back. Monroeville is an orphanage in Boston that I had lived in since I was two when my parents died in a car crash. Apparent

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

She'd been twenty-eight years old. The next document was her obituary from a small Alabama newspaper. Elena Rose, 28, of Birmingham, died April 3 in a traffic accident. Born in Miami, Florida, she was a talented artist and devoted mother. She is survived by her daughter, Lily Rose, age 8. Services will be held at Pinewood Memorial Chapel. Lily Rose, age 8. I stared at the words and did the math again because I'd done it a hundred times already.

Bryant rolled his eyes. “You’re not in uniform, so I don’t have to listen to you,” Alex huffed. “And she’s my best friend. Not letting some random guy go after her,” he added. “Luna, you remember me? I’m David Bryant. And that…” David greeted, pointing past me to the honey-eyed wolf. “Is Mikali Hamilton. Alpha sent us to protect you and your family. He didn’t mention a brother, though,” David explained, giving Alex the side-eye.