Michael
Me, Ems and Arlo decided to pop to the Jerrys diner for some lunch, I was still mad at Reuben so Ems offered to drive. Arlo sat in the back and sang his heart out to some song I didn’t recognise on the radio. He was so out of tune, I swear my wolf had retreated to the depths of my mind to try and save his poor ears.
“Hey, don’t let one wolf ruin your day.” Ems squeezed my thigh. I smiled at her and nodded.
“Guess I don’t know Reubs as well as I thought, I mean I tried to comfort him even though I was mad he outed you. I know, I know.” I held up my hand. “You’re not gay, but still. Then he acts like that, don’t know what his problem is to be honest.” We walked into Jerry’s.
Jerry, the owner, was a bubbly human with a thick laugh. You could hear him before you seen him.
“Ah, he
