The Surprise Visit

After the best picnic of my life, we headed back to my place. Our conversation was refreshing and much needed. They told me about the hierarchy of werewolf culture, and I told them about my tiny hometown in the middle of nowhere. They shared with me that their father died before they were born, and their mother joined a pack a few towns over after finding it hard to raise someone who looked like him. I told them about the clinic and my responsibility to the uncaring uncle who raised me.

“So your father was as beautiful as you are?” I asked teasingly.

Hikaru laughed and shrugged, “Couldn’t tell you, never even saw a picture. I just remember her getting really angry, and saying she couldn’t stand looking into his eyes when she saw me. It must have been really hard for her.” It made me think about my uncle, and the possibility that maybe he felt the same kind of hurt when watching me grow up. I wondered if I looked more like my mother or father.