Harvest.
Chapter 1
I didn't think he would have gone this far.
But it's all my fault.
All I wanted was for my dad to break free of his Corporate image, looking back now, it was clear he already was. I messed things up, and now. He's in the hands of Bray Wyatt. Worst still, the Wyatt family has grown to a point where I cannot face them alone. I can't.
I won't.
"So, what are you going to do?"
I was sitting in the hotel lobby with Roman Reigns, he knew the Wyatts well, but he also knew better to go into a fight alone. 'Man, you know I have your back. Always! Dean too,"
"I know you do, which is why I am not asking you to help me."
"Wait, what? Kaden, you can't be serious!"
"Roman, I know you mean well, but this is no longer your fight, as well it is out of your realm. With what I saw on Monday, I didn't think Bray would have the audacity to take what isn't his. He should know better. Also, I am not waiting for this to backfire on him."
"How do you know it will backfire?" said Roman.
I couldn't help but smile. "My father and Uncle know what they can do, the very extent of their powers. They have to, Wyatt may think he understands, but he don'ts. You don't combine fire and ice. Nor do you combine living fire with dead fog." I paused. "Roman, I need to tell you something."
"Anything man."
"I haven't even told dad this."
Roman appeared concerned and worried. "About what?"
I hesitated for a moment, but I took a deep breath and look him in the eyes.
"I'm not an only child."
