Day 14. Sunday, Waxing Crescent

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He spent his Sunday sending Grayson vague texts every few hours while considering how far their relationship could go. He had never had feelings for someone outside of his pack before. He had never considered what it would be like to introduce a normal person to his lifestyle. Relationships between Lycanthropes and humans were possible, he knew this for a fact.

His own mother was human, and like other non-lycanthropes, had adjusted to pack dynamics smoothly. Once a month she battled his mood swings, soothed his stress, and locked him up in the basement--just as she had done with his father. But he could see the toll it took on her from time to time. She was strong, but she was not unbreakable. When he was a child, there had been nights where he tried to wish and pray his Lycanthropy away so they could live a normal life. But the shifting came again and again, and he would awake bound and helpless, feeling he was her biggest burden.

Could he ask Grayson to be part of a life like that?

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