CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning family." I kissed my father's cheek and gave my mother a proper hug before sitting on the chair in between Alexander and Max. "Hello brother." I grinned sharply.

He rolled his eyes at me but grinned also. "Hello little sis." He said with a smirk, knowing it would get under my skin. "I missed you, where the hell have you been? I mean, did you recovered your memories and forgot that you had a family?"

"No, I didn't." I crossed my arms and glared at him with a pout. "And we're the same age you dumbass!" My father shot daggers at me, making me huff. "He started it!" I pointed at Xander as Xander pointed at me. "She started it."

"Anyways, I'm glad you're back Andre." My mother smiled genuine at him. "How's your mother doing?" As weird as it seems, my mother knew Andre's mom when they were little and as weird as it sounds. His mother is also a werewolf, but Andre doesn't know.