On It

“Are you going to stay home with us for a while?” My mom asks as I drive straight to the palace. She’s sitting next to me while I drive, hugging my arm like she’s been doing since I came back.

“Yes, I need to pick up some things. I can stay to eat lunch,” I say because even though my mom is being incredibly annoying and clingy and my dad is still not one hundred percent recovered emotionally, they’re still my parents and I love them.

I think almost dying made me appreciate them ever more than before.

I arrive at the palace and I stay with my parents in the main living room, drinking tea while we wait for lunch to be ready. And while I’m fighting the biggest urge to call Georgie and explain I did not kiss that girl willingly.

Also, I’m starting to ask myself: why did I fuss over Cain’s nose instead of getting mad at him for doing that shit in the first place? I should’ve… I don’t know. Maybe start another fight.

Why didn’t I?

My wolf was quiet in my mind during the whole ordeal, ju