Bonnie (Werewolf Story)

Lover's Freedom Part 1

*NOT EDITED*

"Amen." I said, in unison with my parents. We was sitting down for dinner, like we do every night. My mother always believed, that family should have, some, quality time.

"So how was your day Bon Bon?" My mother asked, using my nickname she gave me, when I was little. I smiled at her from across the table.

"It was productive."

"That's good."

"How was yours?" I asked, returning the courtesy.

"My day was great, I did so muc...."

As my mother was explaining her day, I drifted off in thought. My mind kept thinking about Kyle and Zack. Two handsome men, with very different personalities. Kyle, was sweet and gentle. Zack, was dangerous and bad.

I smiled to myself.
But bad in a good way. Why do I feel so torn?
I mean Kyle is my mate. My wolf screams for him, but my body, the human side, screams for Zack.

I sighed, as I stabbed my steak with my fork. I'm usually not the type to fond all over men, they come and go. But here lately, with Kyle and Zack, my life has been entertaining the thought, of having a man at my side.

But which one? Obviously Kyle. He's my mate, I can't just deny our fate like that.
Can I?

Zack is very tempting though, like experiencing getting on a roller coaster, for the first time. The ride is very enjoyable and seems safe, with the bar and seat belt around you. But with one bad turn, you are falling off the tracks. And the safety net, for me, will be Kyle. Always there to catch me.

I stab my steak again, and looked up. Both my parents was looking at me, with a worried expression.

"A penny for your thoughts?" My dad asked.

I chuckled, "Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. May I be excused?"

My mother and father nooded their heads, yes.

"Thank you", I scoot my chair back, and walked away from the table and headed to my room. I just flopped down on my bed, when there was a knock on my door.

I groaned with annoyance as I pushed myself up out of bed and went to go answer it. I pulled open the door, it was my mother, standing in front of me smiling.

"Is everything ok?" I asked confused.
"Of course everything is ok, I just wanted to talk to you about something. May I come in?"

"Yeah, sure" I stepped to the side, so she can get pass me. My mother stopped in the middle of the room, looking it over. I closed the door.

"You always been so organized, even as a kid. You would arrange your stuff animals and dolls in a straight roll on your bed." My mother smiled at me, as she walked over to my bed and sat down.

She patted the empty spot next to her, wanting me to sit down. I obeyed.

"Is something wrong?" I asked again, nervously. My mother never comes in my room. Never. She says its a violation of privacy.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Then what?" I urged, I was getting antsy.

My mother laughed, at my furstration. "That's one thing, you defiantly inherited from me. Lack of patience." She smile and playfully nudge me. I laughed back.

"I told Luna Jane, I would be doing this lesson with you, since it's more intimate?"

"What you mean?"