Diara

“Thank you,” I felt bold as I slid my hand into his. I wasn’t as confident inside as I appeared. To my surprise, he let me hold his hand as we walked through Central Park. The air was cool and lovely, and I leaned into him for warmth.

“Hungry?” he asked. I hadn’t eaten much during the summit break, and I felt a little peckish, so I nodded. He took me to a beautiful, low-lit, intimate restaurant where we ate. Our conversation mainly centered on work, and I was surprised to learn that abortion was illegal due to the dwindling number of werewolves worldwide.

I ranted about why that...