Why do I still feel this pull towards him? I don't understand it myself.
He likes my sister, my twin, my carbon copy turned around and spit out as a girl.
He hasn't come around the house, not that he would come by anyway. He had been avoiding me all week to begin with, so he must have had someone move his things for him.
I think it was Gem, which doesn't make since. I thought he liked my sister?
"You okay?" It's my mother again.
I'm sitting in bed, reading again. Books stolen from dads office in the middle of the night.
I put the book to the side.
Deep breath.
"Mom? Do you think we could talk?"
Her smile is gentle as she shuts the door behind her. She sits on the bed beside me, throws an arm around my waist. "Talk to me Talon. I'm your mother. I will listen to anything you have to say to me."
Encouragement.
I wish I could get the same from my father. He's not an easy person.
"I don't want to lead the pack." I start out with this one sentence.
She seems surprised, but she doesn't yell at me, not yet anyway. "You are the firstborn son with no brothers. Your uncle Hux didn't have any boys either." Is her only comment.
"I know, but what about Nix? She's just as strong as I am."
My mother smiles sadly. "Females can not be alpha sweetie." She brushes my hair back. "What do you really want to do then? Tell me." Soft words. She means no harm. She only speaks the truth, giving me facts to create logic with.
Big breath here. "I want to be the next pack Doctor. I want to work in the clinic with aunt Bee." She glances at my book. Werewolf disease and treatments.
She doesn't say anything for a while. "Can you not do both?"
Both? How could that ever work?
"I can't. It's one or the other. I can't give each only half attention. I need to give one my full attention to do great."
"Sweetie. I want you to do what you feel you will do best at. I would rather see you be able to excel at the things you love to do, than to see you struggle to do something that you have no interest in, to see you be unhappy."
I give my mother a hug, but deep down I know I can't back down from this position.
"I love you, but mom?"
"Yes?"
Here it comes.
"I'm gay."
"I know baby and that's okay." She rubs my back and I start to feel tears leaking down.
"But dad doesn't think it's okay. I've disappointed him. He won't think it's okay for the next alpha to not be able to carry on the genes." Crying wholeheartedly now, face buried in my mother's chest. Her hands running into my hair, rubbing my back.
"You father is not disappointed at you. He is disappointed that you never told him any of this, that you didn't think you could tell your family the deepest parts of you. He just has a bad way of showing things." I'm nodding my head, but I know I definitely don't want to see my father any time soon.
After I'm done crying and my mother has left, I sit on my bed, wondering what is happening to my life.
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"Why are you so dressed up?" Nix is in a tight red dress and her hair is curled.
"I have a date. She's smiling at me."
"A date? Who would ask you out?" I try not to think of Graham, because I know thats who would ask her out.
"Graham."
I think my heart just fell on the floor. Pain fills my chest, harsh and stabbing.
"Oh... Well have fun."
My sister catches me before I can leave her room. Her grasp on my wrist is tight, so tight that I can't think of running.
I'm pulled into a hug.
She's rubbing my back, trying to soothe me. "Trust me." Trust her with what?
"Why?"
"Because I'm helping you out, just trust me on this one okay? I promise I won't do anything with him."
I try to act nonchalant. "wha-what do you mean?"
My sister knows me better than that. "I know you like him Tal."
"Bu-"
"I'm your twin. How could I not? You drool over him 24/7." She's rolling her eyes, pulling away, brushing my hair away. "So just trust me okay?"
I find myself nodding my head along with her even though I don't know what she has planned.
"I love you sis."
"I love you too."
Wide smiles, hope. Not for him, but for our family.
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Hidden Bonds
Werewolf(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
