Anurak
‘You’re my mate dumba*s’ recurred in my ear canals the whole expedition towards Dtengmo. It couldn’t be. Arisara and I were fated mates this whole time?! Did I miss the signs? Did the signals not develop because I took too many years to shift? Was my wolf, Muwang, so abrasive that he couldn’t love another wolf? Was I actually gay like Dtengmo proposed?
Kun Lalisa chimed in, as bubbly and colloquially as ever, “Hey! Alph dawg! That’s a wicked title ya dig? Congrats brotha! Sorry for intrudin’ but ya seem outta it? Somethin’ the matter?”
Usually, I hated being pried and probed, however Kun Lalisa never acted with malintent. She was the Pattani resident therapist in a sense, and I felt selfish venting to her, never knowing the distress she might have been burdened with. “It’s just an internal struggle. Nothing you should have to worry about.”