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Grayson nods, soaking in the information. “What about texting? How often should I text her?”

I chuckle. “Don’t bombard her with texts, but also don’t wait too long to reply. You want to show you’re interested but not desperate.”

“Got it,” Grayson says, nodding along. “And... how do you ask someone out?”

I smile, remembering my own awkward attempts at dating as a teenager. “Just be yourself and be confident,” I advise. “Ask her if she’d like to grab a coffee or see a movie. Keep it casual.”

Grayson grins, looking more at ease. “Thanks, Liam. You’re the best.”

I ruffle his hair affectionately. “Anytime, Gray. Just remember, it’s all part of growing up. There’s no need to rush it. You’ll figure it out.

“I know, it just feels so awkward.”

“Oh, ho! Is this about a particular girl?”

His cheeks turn ruddy. “Yeah. She is a camp counselor. Mikayla.”

“Isn’t she a little too mature for you?” I cock an eyebrow at him.

“The next time, I will be sixteen, and she will be nineteen. Anyway, Mom’s a lot younger than Dad.”

He has a point. This is just a harmless teenage crush, anyway.

I think it will go away eventually.

Like Selene? A part of my brain questions.

I shake my head, willing the question to go away.

Chapter 12

Liam

The next morning, I wake up bright and early, ready to go for a run to clear my head. But before I can even lace up my shoes, Grayson barges into my room.

“Hey, Liam! Going for a run?”

“Yeah, I really need it today. To clear my head, ya know?”

“Sure. Mind if I go along?”

I grin. “Sure thing, Gray. If you’re ready, let’s hit it.”

We head out together, the cool morning air refreshing against my skin as we jog side by side. It quickly becomes clear that Grayson isn’t quite as in shape as he thought. Within minutes, he’s huffing and puffing, struggling to keep up with my pace.

“You alright there, Gray?” I tease, glancing over at him with a smirk.

He shoots me a playful glare, his cheeks flushed with exertion. “Shut up, Liam. I’m just... warming up,” he pants.

We eventually make it back home feeling exhilarated from the run. I head to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast while Grayson collapses onto the couch, looking like he’s ready to devour anything in sight.

As he demolishes his food, I raise an eyebrow at him. “Hungry much?” I tease.

He shrugs, his mouth full of food. “Hey, running makes you hungry, okay?” he replies between bites.

I chuckle. “Fair enough.”

After a moment, I inquire. “Hey, Gray, have your wolf abilities started kicking in yet?”

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