Clandestine Errands

Mason's POV(Continued)

“Do you remember when you got home Mason?” father asked calmly.

“Um, not really. But the sun was just setting when I returned home. So about 5 or 6? I don’t remember much after I shifted.”

“You shifted?”

“Into your wolf form?” Those were the only audible words I caught from the three shocked faces of my uncle, mum and Syl.

“And After that?” Dad caught in his commanding voice once again.

“I don’t know. I only remember when mum came into the room.”

“That was about an hour ago, around 11. I wanted to know why you missed dinner.” Mum mumbled.

Making a rough calculation, I estimated that the wolf brought me home at 5 and I conked out for six straight hours.

“But how did you get hurt in the Grimrock fire? Entry is forbidden to all.” Uncle Brett was dad’s exact replica in that moment, his eyes bearing down on me with air stealing intensity.

“You Were hurt in the Grimrock fire?”

“Grimrock is on fire?” Syl and mum asked simultaneously.