21

Hope

   I ride home with Noah. The boys take their car. I hope no one sees us. Maybe I should be riding with the twins. But I really want to stay right where I am. It was a good day. We spent as much time together as we possibly could. It definitely helps.

    I have been thinking about something for a while now. I heard the story of Raiden, my Father, being killed. Along with Noah’s father. Then the boys said I need to learn self-defense. No one has said who killed my father or why. And could the same thing happen to Noah? I still have lots of questions.

     At Noah’s house, we enter the kitchen to a spread of food. “Eat up everyone.” Delilah says. I am starving. “You need to eat a lot more right before you change, so you are probably hungrier than usual.” Noah tells me. Well, that explains that.  “So, are there any other changes I should know about?” I ask everyo