Clayton
“They just found a body on the border,” Frankie tells me.
“No!” My mother screams. “Not my Joshy,” She starts to cry hysterically.
I wrap my arms around her, “Mom, we don’t know if it’s Josh yet,” I comfort her.
“Then who else is it?” Mom argues.
“We are going to go find out, Beverly,” Frankie pats her arm.
“My poor Joshy,” Mom sobs against my chest. “He would never hurt anything. It’s not his fault that silly Goddess paired him with a male werewolf.” She continues to sob into my chest while I rub her back.
“Hey, why is Mom crying?” Josh says as he walks up to us from out of the woods.
Mom sniffles and looks at my brother, “Joshua Patrick Marshall, how the hell could you scare me like that?!” She yells and wraps her arms around my brother.
Josh stiffens, “What the hell, Mo
