She reached out grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and
glared down at him, "How long do you think I have been looking for
your parents? Do you think I left anything for you to find so long after
their disappearance?" Her voice was a low growl as she moved him into
the living room.
She placed him on the couch and moved to his in an
armchair across from him. "Where is your little pack?" She asked
snarling slightly, probably at the memory of Ray berating her the last and
first time they had met.
"I’m alone." Ewan looked down at the floor his
mother’s mother was the last person he wanted to be talking to right
now. "I left."
The old Greek women raised an eyebrow looking down at her
grandson, "Oh? Something has happened tell me what."
"Well Ray’s very ill right now, he was heavily
wounded and probably couldn’t get out of bed and… I don’t want
Noreen to see me like this." Ewan held back tears, his mother’s
mother being the last person he wanted to see him cry.
"You haven’t answered my question," Her voice
was like polished stone, slick and cold.
"I..I shifted," Ewan held his head in his hands
shaking.
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