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THIRTY
Our conversation replayedin my mind on the way back to Moon Ridge. Ford and Jesse followed close behind in Ford's sports car, but I'd figured they would and it didn't distract me.
The words that caught in my mind were my own.
I'd told Ebony, "I'm happy where I am."
That was the phrase that seemed to play on repeat in my mind.
I'm happy where I am.
I considered it. The words had come out automatically; I hadn't thought of them as a lie.
And if they weren't a lie, were they the truth?
Was I happier in Moon Ridge than I'd been when I lived in the dorms?
I’d been so caught up on being trapped and abducted and whatnot that I hadn’t really thought about that.
Thinking back to my life, I remembered the simplicity of going to school, studying, working at the sandwich shop, and then repeating it all again. I'd only chatted with Ebony a little every day, and I had no other close friends other than my mom.
That, compared to a life where I did everything with Jesse, had someone to verbally spar with all the time, and was constantly being fed coffee and other food...
I swallowed roughly.
Holy shit.
My life as a werewolf—as a monster—was so damn much better than it had been when I was living back in my dorm room at college.
How had I not realized that earlier?
How had I not seen that?
Even before Jesse turned human, Wolf Jesse was always there listening to me, conversing with me in his weird wolfy way.
I'd been lonely living on campus, and over the past few months, I'd practically forgotten what that word meant.
I was never alone anymore.
And… I loved it.
And if Jesse really became my mate, I would never have to be alone again.
"Holy shit," I whispered. "I can't seriously be considering this. Accepting that I'm... a werewolf. And that I'm happy being a werewolf. That's huge."
It was huge. Insanely, ridiculously huge.
But I remembered what Jesse's mom had said. That she wouldn't trade anything for her werewolf life, and that she'd give it all up again for her mate.
I wasn't quite there yet, but suddenly, it didn’t sound so ridiculous.
"Wow," I said out loud, to the car or the air or just to myself. "Am I losing my mind?"
I knew I probably was, but I didn't feel like I was losing my mind; I felt like I was finally starting to understand it.
I liked Jesse.
I wanted Jesse.
