I just knew that Simon felt awkward because of the way he stiffened when I hugged him and how long it took him to start patting my back and telling me that it was alright even if he did not what was making me weep.
I cried for a long time until the stone in my chest melted away and I could breathe freely. I eased away from Simon and he let me go. Embarrassment flooded me when I sat back against the headboard and concentrated on his face.
“I’m sorry about that,” I sniffed.
“Oh, it is no trouble. It was just a little strange,”
He looked like he was not going to ask why I suddenly began to cry while he was telling me our family history but I felt like telling him.
“You know,” I started, “Like every other werewolf I was super excited and looking forward to my eighteenth birthday. My eight
