Charlie
If there's one person in this world I trust with my life, it's Noah.
Which, in hindsight, is probably why I didn't immediately jump out of the car when he started talking about shapeshifting. Though honestly, that says more about my questionable life choices than his trustworthiness.
He's been my safe place since before I even understood what that meant. Always showing up when no one else did. Always knowing when I needed him—even when I didn't say a word. Like some kind of emotional bloodhound with excellent timing and a suspicious amount of emergency snacks.
Breakfast smelled like an apology and tasted like love. I sipped from my chipped owl mug—the one I'd stolen from a diner in college and refused to replace despite Noah's repeated offers to buy me something that didn't loo
