Len has found his mate, but there's an unexpected obstacle.
He's recessive.
Len thought that he would always love Ahote, and all he had to do was grow up and claim him.
Before he could come of age and confess his feelings to the man he loved, a Sibe...
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ADYEN
Since last week, I've been itching with curiosity. Getting chased down the main quad by the dude who had been staring at me for days had been scary, but the brief exchange of words made me want to talk to him more. What had he meant by my wolf? Pheromones? He'd been using a lot of confusing words. I wondered if he was just a drama minor or something that had gotten carried away with practicing.
I could still remember what he looked like. How could I not? We shared a lot of classes, and he kept staring at me God damn it. At a point, I had just decided to sit next to him in my Creative writing class, but that didn't stop him. He kept staring, and I wondered what exactly was on his mind when he did. He often held a confusing expression, like was trying to read me like a book.
I lived in one of the five university dorms. It was a twelve-story grey building—lifeless and dull. I lived on the tenth floor in one of the few tiny single rooms people fought for. I had come in late, but I had been lucky to snag a room by a student who had been moving out that month.
"I'm going to call him," I said to myself, closing Twitter before opening my contacts. I sat up on my bed, hugging my blanket at me as I dialed his number. He answered almost immediately. Holy shit, he picked up. I started to panic, and I found myself with my hand over the speaker as I looked about my room like it inanimate objects could give me advice on what to do. As much as I wanted to throw my phone across the room and pretend like I hadn't called him, I didn't let the blood draining out of my face at his quick reply stop me from speaking up.
"Hello?" I whispered into the receiver. My voice was small, but I don't think he noticed.
"Hello, it's Adyen," I said when I didn't hear anything from the other end but music. It seemed like he was out on the street somewhere. On a Wednesday night? I wondered but shook my head. Everyone wasn't me on a conditional scholarship, and other students did go out occasionally to take a break from the university workload.
"Hello?" I said again when he didn't respond. I sat up on my twin-sized bed that was a little wonky. Only God knows what the former owner got up to on it to have it squeak this bad.
