Despite having been drunk off my ass, I woke up remembering everything and not having thrown up once. If my head hadn't been killing me, I might even say being a werewolf was not so bad.
I, of course, was embarrassed I assumed Harlan was dating his sister and then called him a dragon, but he seemed okay with it... for some reason. Should I be worried? Knowing him, he would tease me for the rest of my life. Which could be long or short, I honestly hadn't asked how long werewolves lived.
But I had a feeling that I would be okay living a long life surrounded by these people. Especially Harlan. I felt closer to him, he had protected me multiple times, and I was more than grateful.
I hadn't had a friend in a long time, so I couldn't know if that was what he was. But maybe he was so much more.
"Maya?" Gemma knocked on my door, interrupting my thoughts.
"Come in," I said calmly.
