Growing Friendship

[Heather]

I locked the door again after Dillon and Richard left, then went to grab the textbook and one of the boxes of sweets. I loved sweet things during late fall all the way until early spring. Something about cold weather made me crave them.

While I read through the book, I munched on the treats. They were so good. I was comforted by how thoughtful and kind Richard seemed.

‘You thought Michael was kind and thoughtful.’

“Michael would never have brought sweets to a rogue. He wouldn’t have admitted to being related to a rogue or a gay werewolf. He most certainly wouldn’t have been as friendly with a gay wolf as Richard was with Dillon. We can’t judge every Gamma based on that asshole.” I replied out loud.

My younger self surprised me. I lost count of how many times I’d gone……