Chapter 203

"Explain. Who is he and what does he want with my mate?" I growled lowly. "This kid is from Grants rouge camp. He was probably one of the few survivors." He stated, crossing his arms. "That would explain why he was so beat up." John mumbled while walking towards us. "He didn't know that Grant is dead." I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Well this is just great. How did he cut his wrist, anyways?" I asked. "There was a plastic knife with his dinner." John grumbled, picking up a plastic knife off the ground.  "Well i don't know about you two but i'm quite glad about this." I stated, smiling like an idiot. "That's a little mean." Gabe said, raising an eyebrow. "I know but hey, we just dodged a bullet. Who knows what this kid was planning." I said. "Hey Gabe," John said.  "Yeah?" Gabe replied. "I think our little nephew is finally growing up." John teased, throwing