Charlie
Lance picks me up in a Humvee after work. He wants me to come out to see the pack’s compound and meet them all properly. It feels crazy and too soon, but well, this baby was crazy and too soon, so I guess the timing’s right.
He showed up on my route again today in the usual place, but this time he trotted beside me like a giant guard dog. It took me a few minutes to shake the instinctive fear of such a large and ferocious-looking animal, but I very quickly found his presence to be a huge comfort. It also helped me believe everything I learned last night.
Lance really is a wolf. I’m having a wolf baby.
I should call my parents, but I’m not even remotely ready. It’s way too new and weird. I don’t even know how I feel about Lance. About our situation.
No, that’s not true. I don’t
