Undeserving

Tate pov

"Stop it, both of you!" Herla yells, breaking Mabel and I apart as we both instantly transformed back.

I glared at her. "Do you want to get involved in this?"

"If you want to pick a fight, then go do it somewhere else" she counter attacked. "Right now, we are under an attack. So you either help out or get lost"

Turning to face Mabel, she continued. "You should know better than fighting with him"

"He started it"

"You should know better!" Sifting her hands through her hair, Herla glares at me. "Where's Kil?"

Who is Kil?. Honestly for a minute, I'd forgotten that kid was part of their 'pack'.

"Oh, you mean your son?" I shrugged. "I don't know where I put him. I'd just thrown him into a random closet"

"You did what?!" Herla barked, literally blocking my eardrums.

"I told you that I'm not a babysitter"

Glancing around and seeing that the intruders had been taken care off, I turned around; throwing the 'peace' sign up above my head. "I'm out"

A strong grip lands on my shoulders