I called him several times, but he didn’t pick up. Just as I was about to get worried, my friend, Astrid, sent me a picture of my mate with my sick sister, Nancy. It was a selfie of the two of them stained with paint from head to toe as they grinned at the camera. Jerry was helping her repaint her apartment, while I waited for him at home. I stared at the picture for another moment before I closed it with a resigned sigh.
Unfortunately, I was already used to this sort of treatment from Jerry. This wasn’t the first time he blew off our arrangements without any notice, because of Nancy. Nancy was afflicted with the moonfire curse; a curse that drained the life-force of a werewolf, because of this Nancy was always seeking sympathy and attention, especially from Jerry, and Jerry was always eager to give it to her, keeping me as second priority.
Astrid texted me: ~ Nancy posted that picture on her WhatsApp status. I thought you two were supposed to have a special anniversary dinner tonight. ~
I smiled humorlessly as I replied: ~ Me too ~