Page 376 of His Hungry Wolf

“Hey Titus,” he said cheerfully.

The two of them had met our freshman year back when Quin thought he was the only wolf shifter in existence. His wolf had led him to Titus’s home town in search of his boyfriend’s birth parents. Quin was also the one who convinced Titus to attend East Tennessee. The two went way back.

“Why didn’t you tell me Lou’s grandmother had died?” Titus snapped at Quin.

Quin froze. “Lou, your grandmother died?”

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal,” I said trying to brush off my oversight.

“When?” Quin asked, his cute face crinkling.

“That’s what my parents came to town to tell me.”

Quin covered his mouth as tears filled his eyes.

“It’s not a big deal,” I insisted as I crossed the living room to my bedroom and crawled into bed under the weight of it all.”

“Stop saying it’s not a big deal,” Titus said following me. “It’s a big deal. Someone important passing away is a big deal. Your parents not telling you about the funeral is a big deal.”

“Your parents didn’t tell you about the funeral?” Quin asked as the tears streamed down his adorable cheeks.

“I’m sure there was a reason,” I told them hoping that there was.

That didn’t stop Quin from crawling into my bed and wrapping his arms around me. He had never done anything like this before. Growing up thinking his wolf killed his mother and becoming the most famous guy in the world because of it, his instinct was to keep his distance. So, him holding me tightly now felt better than I could explain.

“I think you’re in good hands,” Titus said from the bedroom door.

I opened my eyes in search of his.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you,” I said sincerely.

“I’ll call you in the morning to see how you’re doing,” he said filling a hole I didn’t know I needed filled.

“Umm, not too early,” I joked.

Titus smiled. “I’m a wolf shifter, not a monster?”

I laughed. It was the first time I had since getting the news. I felt more pain than I had ever in my life. But I knew that as long as I had Titus, I was going to make it through… and then I got comfortable in another cute guy’s arms. My grandmother was clearly looking after me from above.

It was the following day that I received an email from my parents informing me of my grandmother’s will reading. It surprised me that they hadn’t waited until the last minute to tell me about that too. Although, that might have been better in this case. It would have given me less time to stress about it.

My grandmother always told me I would get everything when she died. The family estate, all of the land, the rights to her books… Frank and Martha were not going to like that.

And it wasn’t like I wanted any of that stuff. She insisted. My grandmother thought “the grounds were magical”.

I didn’t want to break her heart, but I knew I could never see the place like she did. It was because of my parents. Whenever I visited, it was with them. They sucked the fun out of everything. It was impossible to create “magical” memories of anything as long as they were with me.

But I guess my grandmother was a romantic in that way… and in a lot of ways. She really wanted me to find love. She would say, ‘Everything you want, you’ll have if you first find love.’ So, you know, no pressure there.

Not having to be at my grandmother’s estate until Friday, I decided not to think about any of that until then. I was in mourning. I had more important things to worry about like how to get out of bed.

“Do you think you would be up for a game night on Friday?” Titus asked when he Facetimed me.

“I have to head home on Friday.”

“What about Thursday?”

“Sure, I guess.”