Chapter 0152

He died at fifty-nine. Mrs. Walter never remarried. She was now in her late eighties.

"It's okay. I got over him and I no longer want him. Not like I used to," I assure her, pulling myself from my thoughts.

She grabs my hand in a gentle hold and leads me to my favorite table. "Sit right here, while I get you your favorite flavor."

I smile at her, and she wobbles to the counter.

She owned this ice cream shop, which she bought after her husband died. She told me that she needed something to take her mind off the pain of losing the man she had been married to since she was eighteen.

There wasn't a law against it, but werewolves rarely interacted with humans. Well, except for business. Keeping human friends would be tasking given the secret we hid. You can't always be on your toes. One way or another, you are bound to slip up, and then the secret is out.

I hadn't shifted, and I only came here once a week. Mrs. Walter came and sat opposite me on my fifth visit here and asked me why I was sad. That's how I began my friendship with an eighty-something-year-old human woman. She was so kind and warm that I couldn't ignore her.

When I was in the dungeon, she was among the people I thought about.

painful memories away, I focus on everything around me. There were a few people scattered

my energy on one of the girls who is reading a book while eating some chocolate ice cream with sprinkles on

then out. Following the steps that I use

"Hello."

lashes. I want to test this

happens, so

This time she lifts her head

turns to the woman sitting beside her and asks, "Did you

head and goes back to

you reading?" I ask, testing my power

out in shock as she frantically looks around, probably trying to find the

back to the woman and says, "You

says, looking at her like she

asked what

It

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