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"So... I finally had my first rut," I tell Laurie on the phone as I eat one of my amazing cookies, they’re still too hot but I can't wait any longer, I need something sweet in my system immediately. Laurie tells me to tell him how it went, "I really don't know, I don't remember shït."

"Really? But... what did you do? Did you stay in the house with the human? Did you fück her?" he asks. He seems to be in his office and obviously avoiding responsibility because we've been talking for quite a while, "Kingsley's not here, we can talk."

"Of course I didn't fück her, dumbest," I reply, biting into the warm cookie again, "I went to a hotel, we both stayed there in separate rooms. My wolf had fun with himself. Or not, I don't know, he probably did some exercising."

"So he blocked you out completely? That's weird, I thought they only did that when they were... you know, really fulfilling the function of their rut. My dad said that when you go through a rut alone you're also present in your body."

"I thought the same thing, but I guess not," I shrug. In these short months since I've been an alpha I've come to realize that wolves really do whatever the fück they want and don't always follow the shït on the books so I'm not really surprised when they do something we don't expect.

"Huh, okay," he mumbles, but he's still thinking.

"Completely changing the subject... I've decided I'm going to go back home. I don't care what my mom says, I know she's going to make me feel useless whether I come back tomorrow or in two years and, never tell her this, but I do miss her a little," I admit with a smile, but Laurie doesn't laugh with me. He looks panicky again, "Okay, that's enough. Tell me the truth, why don't you want me there?"

"I..." he tries to think of something, but Laurie has never been good at lying. That's me. So he knows knows I've got him now, "Of course I want you here, I miss you. You can come back, just... okay, come back."

"Thanks for giving me permission?" I let out with a frown, this isn't funny anymore, "You're acting like you really don't want me there."

"I'm sorry, it’s not that," he says, sighing. I know there's something though, "Okay, I'll be honest... I'm keeping something from you, but I can't tell you yet, so don't even try to ask me. I'll tell you when it's time. So you can come back, but don't ask questions."

"I don't know what to say," I blurt out, looking at him with narrowed eyes, Laurie looks ashamed, "I thought there were no secrets between us."

"There aren't, unless it's something like this," he mutters. Maybe it has something to do with Kingsley? Maybe he impregnated him already? I wouldn't be surprised, "I'll tell you, just not yet."

I'm still thinking about that even when the call ends. For as long as I can remember, Laurie, Alex and I have been accomplices and confidants. The only secret between us has been Kingsley, so it makes sense that it's about him again, but I don't understand why. He’s his mate, I'm fully over him and Laurie knows it. Something smells fishy and I don't like it at all. Everything is changing all of a sudden, I feel like everyone is pushing me aside. What did I ever do to them? Am I really that much of a nuisance?

The sound of the door opening brings me back to the present and my whole body wakes up because I know Lunanci has arrived. Perfect, I've been fücking alone for almost five hours. I almost thought she ran away from me or something, but I should have known that wouldn't happen.

"Hey! I made cookies," I announce as soon as she walks in and I walk to the plate of cookies on the table. Luna smiles, leaves her coat on the rack and takes off her shoes before walking over and grabbing one. Luna loves my cookies and everything I bake. I watch excitedly as she pops it into her mouth and takes a bite.

"Oh damn, they're still warm and gooey," she exclaims with wide eyes and licks her lips. I force my eyes to move before I start to fall down a rabbit hole and nod before taking another cookie, satisfied with her response, "Do you want a glass of milk?"

"Always," I reply and sit on the bed to wait as she moves to pour them, "How did it go with Julie? You took longer than usual, I was super bored."

"Oh, yeah, she asked me out for coffee," she mumbles, "And as you might know, she's kind of my only friend, so I accepted. She's having a hard time, poor Julie."

"Yeah, poor Julie, her husband is a fücking ässhole," I grab the glass she offers me as she sits down next to me on our bed.

"Totally, he's still MIA with one of his mistresses," she shakes her head and takes another bite of her cookie, "Are there any new episodes of Love Island?"

"Oh, yeah. There's like three," I answer and grab my tablet to put it on while Lunanci settles in, "Should we binge watch them all?"

"Duh," she answers with obviousness and so we spend the rest of the afternoon, eating cookies and milk and watching our favorite show.

During that, I get the realization that I really like spending time with her. She's... damn, she's really the only friend I have that doesn't share my blood. And lately, people who share my blood have been pissing me off. So, by process of elimination, she's my only friend right now. Fück Laurie and Alex.

"Hey, I was thinking there's nothing left for me to do here, so I should go back to my clan," I tell her as we're lying down before falling asleep, Lunanci turns to look at me "But there’s also no rush... maybe we could, I don't know, travel for a while, go on a road trip? Is there somewhere you want to go?"

"Are you trying to please me before I have to die?" she asks in the dark but doesn't sound annoyed, just resigned.

"Yes," I admit, "But I also want to spend more time with you."

"Oh," she blurts out, as if surprised, "Well, I've always wanted to go to Toronto, but it's too expensive for me. The city has a lot of fun things."

"Then let's go. We can go for... I don't know, a week or two and then go back to Tallahide," I opine, she nods, "I know you want to see the werewolf life, so I’ll also try to convince my cousin to let you live with us for a while before... you know, he has to kill you."

"Yeah... thanks," she whispers and reaches out a hand to put it on my arm, "You know what? You're a good guy."

"You're just realizing that now?" I laugh, "I'm a sweetheart."

"Hm, I wouldn't go that far, you're definitely a little difficult at times... mean, for sure. You’re kind of racist to me, to humans. You lack empathy as well," she says, as if she's been holding that in for a while, "But you surprise me more every day, really. So, thank you for all this."

"Don't thank me, you'll still have to die because of me," I reply with a grimace. I don’t love that anymore, but I know it has to be that way, Lunanci knows it too so she just shrugs, "But you're a good girl, the best. We're friends, right?"

"Totally," she raises one of her little fists and I bump it. I knew we were both on the same page.