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.

everything around me. There were a few people scattered around

on one of the girls who is reading

eyes, breathe in, then out. Following the steps that I use when

"Hello."

and look at her through my lashes. I want to test this power,

nothing happens, so

lifts her head

beside her

and goes

you reading?" I ask,

eyes bulge out in shock as she frantically looks around, probably trying to

turns back to the woman and says, "You

didn't," the woman says, looking at her like she had lost her

You asked what I

It fucking

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