He’s insane, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Okay, so maybe he’s not insane. Perhaps this weird bond thing makes him not care that I’m trans and still have my dick. I know there are people out there that are into trans people.  I’ve not been so lucky as to find a guy who can accept me exactly as I am. It’s like they only like part of me. Some like that I have my dick but are turned off that I have tits, while others like the tits but don’t like that I have a dick. There was at least one guy a couple of years ago that I thought could be someone long-term, but he suddenly ghosted me after two months, and I stopped dating after that. But even with Steve, I didn’t get these butterflies as I do with Rohan. M

I just had my bruised jaw magically healed by a werewolf and walked through a werewolf town to go on a lunch date with my werewolf… boyfriend? Mate? I don’t know what I’m supposed even to call him. But that wasn’t weird enough. Let’s add finding my sister and her kids are in the werewolf town and were brought here by a VAMPIRE! Seriously what the fuck happened to my life? This is all way too much. I am going to need a stiff drink tonight. I could see about getting one now, but I’m not much of a day drinker. So it will have to wait till it’s at least five o’clock. For now, I’ll have to deal with this madness sober. The bright side is that Rohan is with me, and I know Shannon and her kids are safe. There is no way Michael or Eric would look here. I didn’t even realize this town existed before today. I didn’t want to use the key, so I knocked. I could hear the kids inside, the door muffled their voices, but they were worried. I can’t imagine what they’ve been through to get here. I d

I wish my life were simple again. I don’t mean that as a slight against Rohan. He’s a good guy and has been rolling with the punches in the last twenty-four hours. The thing is, I feel like he’s used to all this crazy shit. I, however, am not. I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked. Yeah, I need to get my mind off all that line of thinking. And what better distraction, while sitting in a bomb shelter with many werewolves and their kids, than playing twenty uncomfortable questions with nieces and nephews, most of whom I haven’t met? And I mean that after the initial worry about being in a shelter wore off, the questions began. And these kids

You’d think things would have settled down, and to a degree, they have. Sadly Miss Fayte is still in her coma while Delta Silvercloud and a chemist from Silvercloud, who, for reasons I don’t fully understand, is aware of our secret, work night and day to find a cure. And since Delta Silvercloud’s sole focus is making that cure, Shikoba has been working even harder. Which means I’ve seen less rather than more of her. I’ve managed to squeeze in a handful of dates since we met. And I do not count attending court hearings about Michael and Eric as dates. Because they aren’t, even if we grab something to eat before or after the hearing. And the few dates we’ve had aren’t often just the two of us. We’ve double-dated with Shannon and Byron while my sister babysat Shannon’s kids. All I want is alone time with my mate. I know she has an important job, and with Delta Silvercloud’s focus on anything but the business, she’s picking up even more slack than before. But I’d like for our dates to be

The last five months have been the best of my life. After Shikoba and I completed our bond, everything clicked into place. I don’t just mean with our bond, but it was like a domino effect. For the most part, it’s only been good things. Some outcomes could have been better, but I’ll take what I can get. Delta Persephone and all the others infected by the virus were cured. Michael was given a slap on the wrist, serving ninety days for what happened at Shikoba’s apartment and outside Silvercloud. Delta Silvercloud made sure they had surveillance footage from both locations. Eric, however, got fifteen years. I know fifteen years sounds high for first-time domestic abuse charges. That’s the thing domestic abuse was only one of the charges Eric faced. I’m not sure how or why, but Eric was wanted for embezzlement, fraud, extortion, and possession with the intent to sell something like twenty pounds of cocaine. He was adamant that the chargers were fake, but all evidence said otherwise. Whi