I was lying in bed, Reading one of the books Dylan had lent me from his seemingly endless collection, Dylan and Ethan sat close speaking about something I had no idea about.
These past few weeks just to kill boredom I started speaking with them, but every time we speak all they do is say some fantasy stories of how there were alphas that fought against witches and how werewolves were firstborn, blah blah blah.
As much as it all sounds stupid I couldn't help but enjoy hearing it from them, it's oddly interesting to hear it with their enthusiasm.
So Dylan accepted to give me some books mistaking my interest in fantasy stories for believing them, and It keeps fascinating me how as smart as he can be this delusional that, reading stories is one thing but imagining yourself as one to the poi
