TYSON
"Tyce, I feel like we should show your family my wolf form. I'm finally starting to learn to accept it," Gigi said to me as I dodged her right hook.
"We will. But tension is really high right now. I want to find the right time. You know they're going to have something to say."
"It's okay, I can handle it, I think. I mean, it's not like they haven't been calling me fat without calling me fat the whole time I've been here. Your mom and grandma both give me looks every time I serve myself and then I look over at their size two bodies with their bowls of salads and, Goddess, I feel so gross sometimes."
"Don't, Gigi, don't. You're so beautiful. Do you really feel unhappy with how you look?" I moved closer to her, brushing my palm against her cheek that had become rosy from the chill.
