“There is a lot you need to know about your own pack, cousin” Caraxes says. The way he talks is different as if he’s older than what he looks like and he looks like he is in his early 20s, around my age. he’s calm, logical and he seems articulate and I wonder for a moment if he really is 20.
“He is” Dyson answers. His eyes haven’t left me the moment he got in the room with us. “He’s just an odd thing from the moment he was born.”
Fuck, I forgot he can read minds. I smile sheepishly at him while rubbing my temples. “I can’t ever get used to you reading minds”
He gives a wry smile. “I’m sorry. I can’t really stop it or control it”
“As I was saying” Caraxes smiles at the both of us while giving us a curious look. He looks amused. “You really are a part of our pack”
“How sure are you
