Werewolf Boyfriend: Dante 3 (special preview)

It’s hard to talk about, after all you figured you would be done with crushes by now in your life. Not only that, you never expected to have feelings for the guy who was actually the werewolf you’d been afraid of for three years. Dante though had become one of your favorite people to talk to, and there were times you forgot what he actually was. Not only that, it was hard to make your argument sound like an actual issue when all you could say was ‘I like this guy I met on vacation’. Rather than the truth which was, ‘three years ago i met this guy as a wolf then met him again as a human and now I like him, even though I was scared of this wolf’.

“Well, does he feel the same way?” Miri asks after you’ve spilled most of the beans. You still keep Dante’s secret identity close to your chest.

You shrug. “I don’t think so. It’s hard to tell over texts.”

Miri glances out the window at the rain. “Well, I know the place he works at, it’s expensive and fancy. You should at least just go for the free vacation. Not only that, one on one time. You can find out if he feels the same, or if you two are supposed to be just friends.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of the offer,” you scoff.

“He offered, and you said so yourself he would be working a lot.” She then motions to the envelope under your elbow. “You’re mailing him an invite to the play, you know you want to see him.”

You tuck the envelope back. “Yes, I want to see him.” You wish you could just get out all your thoughts and concerns now. There’s more to it that Miri just doesn’t understand, but the only person you could talk to about that was the person you wanted to talk about.

Miri beams. “Then go have an amazing winter vacation. Take my skis, take my teddy.”

You frown. “Teddy? Your Care Bear?”

Miri gives you a sarcastic look. “You work in theatre , how do you not know what a teddy is? It's like a super sexy  bodysuit. It’s lingerie.”

“Ew,” you balk. “I don’t wanna wear something Arnie has jizzed on.”

Miri rolls her eyes. “Do you even have any sexy lingerie. You know? Just in case anything were to arise? Snowstorm traps you in the cabin. You seek his big hairy arms for warmth?”

“Just how many romance novels do you consume a week?” You scoff.

“Only my AO3 account knows for sure. But that isn’t the point, young lady. You still haven’t answered my question? What do you own that is sexy?”

You scrunch up your face as you think. “I have a shirt with Betty Boop on it.”

“Oh my god, no.” Miri scolds.

Later on, you send Dante a message asking for his address so you can send him the invite to the play. You don’t expect to hear from him until much later that evening, like usual, but he replies fairly quickly.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” You reply.

“I got injured today at work so they sent me home.”

Your heart nearly stops. “You got hurt? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t think it was something I had to share. It wasn’t anything bad anyways, they just sent me back to rest as a precaution.”

“Well? What was it?”

A picture comes through of his foot, which is bandaged and bruised to heck. “Some kid on a snowmobile ran over me.”

“How is that not serious?”

“I can still walk.”

You grumble under your breath, fuming with the need to comfort and heal. This wasn’t new, you’d always done that when your brother or dad got hurt during one of their hunting excursions. You had spent a summer doting on your brother when he broke his leg falling out of a hunter’s watch.

“Are you icing it?”

“I stick it out the window from time to time.”