Athena

It’s been a while since I had spent some time with Nicolo. Seeing him work his way into our kitchen to cook some food for me reminds me of those days when we still lived together.

“So how was it living in Purple Hill?” I asked him.

He turned to look at me and smiled, before turning back to what he was doing.

“Honestly, I never knew there’s such a place like this that exists,” he said, “I mean, you know where I was from and Sam’s pack isn’t that bad but I never quite fit in. But here, it’s like I was born here and I never have to pretend to be someone I am not. I know it sounds confusing because I am overwhelmed with how they had accepted me despite being a human who is also gay.”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” I said with a frown.

Sensing my change of tone, Nicolo turned to face me with a big smile on his face. “I know that and I also know how fabulous I am,” He answered. “I am not a shifter or a werewolf and yet I feel like I am one of you guys with the way the people are tre