Rhonda
Jasmine handed me her phone and I took it to the living room for a little privacy. Not that I intended on saying anything bad, but I wanted to tell her about my experience with the wolves so far.
“Who is this and what do you want?” Gram’s voice growled through the phone.
“Easy Gram-Gram it’s just me,” I chuckled.
“Oh, Rhonda!” She cried. “I’ve been worried sick about you! I can feel that you're surrounded by turmoil. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, Gram,” I said. “But I have a lot to tell you…”
Gram-Gram listened to everything I said; making little gasps and sighs but never interrupting me. She always let me finish what I had to say before she questioned me. She was quiet after I finished which was a first.
“Gram-Gram? Are you still there?” I asked.
“You are mates with a wolf
