*Sterling's POV*
True to his word, Greyson followed me back to the packhouse. It didn't take us long to get home. I parked my car in the garage, while he left his in front since we'd be taking it on our date anyways. Grayson grabbed my hand before we walked into the house, his eyes showed something his tough exterior did not and that was fear. I squeezed his hand tightly and gave him a reassuring smile. I opened the door and we walked into the front foyer of the packhouse. "Mom, Dad we're home," I called out. "In the dining room Sterling," I heard Mom's voice ring out. I pulled Greyson behind me and headed towards my mother's voice.
Greyson and I walked hand in hand through the main floor to the living room. My parents were sitting together on the couch, mom was snuggled up close to dad
