CONNOR POV
Mom was laughing so hard she had to grip the doorframe. “Oh, my sweet boy, you’ve never been good at lying.”
Her laughter bounced off the walls, bright and unrestrained, like it had no business existing in the middle of my slow-motion breakdown. Grace’s suspicious gaze flicked between us, her brow furrowing in that cute, infuriating way she did whenever she was trying to decide whether I was joking or clinically insane.
“You two are weird,” she said finally. “Do I even want to know what’s happening?”
“No,” I said flatly. “Absolutely not.”
Mom smirked, recovering far too quickly. “Connor, darling,” she said, voice lilting with fake innocence, “you’re being rude. Invite the girl in.”
I sighed, resigned to my fate, and stepped aside. “Welcome to the pack’s common room.”
Grac
