Seventy Three

“Uncle Woody and Grandma? Could they be that cruel?” I asked with an innocent face.

Terrence shrugged his shoulders. “I do not know. This is just a guess.”

“Is there a reason they are like that?” I asked.

“Inherited treasure, love. I don’t care about Grandpa’s inheritance. Why are they mean to me? I have not lived among them for decades,” I said.

“I understand you must be sad. Don’t dwell on the sadness. I’m beside you now,” Terrence said.

“But… why if you were by my side?” I asked then.

“Don’t you feel a safe vibe when you’re by my side?”

I nodded and devoured the food Terrence had fed me. I took it pretty well. And see the sunset that is almost set on the western horizon. I asked if there were many people with air rifles here. Terrence shook his head and shrugged as if he didn’t want me to talk about it for the first time. I understand that.

As an Alpha, Terrence didn’t want me to worry too much.

He offered me to go see a movie cassette he had rented a few days ago. A new tape