Chapter 189

Hayden blinks at the odd word usage, it took a while for new Werewolves to adapt to the fact that he and his mom as humans knew about their secret. 

He shrugs, now that he knew that they were Werewolves there wouldn't be any harm in letting them know what he did but he was still cautious. "It's my home plus the people of the town are really nice once you get to know them b-better." He says firmly.

Deidre wasn't sure if to be in awe or exasperated of his willingness to protect their secret even. "So you've been to the Pack House?" She asks bluntly, already done with the back and forth.

Dream chokes again and gulps down a sip of milk, glaring at his sister in disbelief, what if their neighbor had no idea that Werewolves existed? They could get in really big trouble. "DD?" He calls sharply.

Hayden smiles easily. "Of course, my mom helps babysit pups sometimes."

Dream whips his head around, eyes rounded in excitement. "Really?! You know about Werewolves?!" He asks happily.

"Nice going, Dream, very tactful." Deidre scoffs, making Dream color up.

"I-It's fine, most people are really cautious of us, I'm surprised you didn't want to live at either of the Pack House's, most families for that." He notes, picking up the now empty tray, Dream had polished off his sister's share. "Do you want more?'

"Yes please."

"I guess we just want our space." Deidre says, noticing the silver ring on his wedding finger, a little strange to put an accessory there, unless… "Your ring is beautiful."

Hayden glances down at his finger at her words, surprise etched on his face. "O-Oh, thank you."

Dream delves in the second helping of cookies and milk, red staining his cheeks.

"You seem to enjoy them a lot, I don't have a lot of people trying them out."

"Their loss." Dream shrugs. "They're really so good, you have to show me how you make them sometime."

"I'd love that." 

"We should probably be on our way, we're much exhausted from the journey and moving in." Deidre says with a smile. "You're most likely Dream's age and I hope you'll become good friends." She adds on with a megawatt smile, ignoring Dream who stomps on her.

"Oh, really, how old is he?" Hayden asks curiously, expecting him to be more than a couple years younger.

"Twenty-one." Dream mutters in a muffled voice.

"Whoa! Really, we're the same age."

"Even better!" Deidre agrees, getting up fluidly. "You're free to visit, you know what I might send Dream over to invite you and your mom for dinner, do you think you could make it?"

"I don't see why not, thank you for coming." He gets up as well, Dream getting up more slowly, completely stuffed.

"Our pleasure, you're too kind." Deidre says politely.

"Thanks for the cookies, Hay." Dream murmurs, eyes sleepy.

Hayden smiles at this and waves them out, his neighbors were even better than he had hoped and he hurried up to his room giddily to share the news with Mae.

Renee was driving back home just around this time, as she makes the turn to her street, she sees the last of moving trucks drive out of the house next to hers.

Rubbing a fading bite in the hand placed on the wheel, her initial disgruntled state changes when she sees that they most likely have new which is more than a little odd if they were Werewolves and even weirder if they were humans.

A young man passes by her car with headphones over his ears and hand in the pockets of his jackets, she freezes momentarily in shock but gets over it just as fast, continuing her journey home.

"Baby! I'm home, I smell chocolate chip cookies! Did you bake some?"

"Welcome back, mom, how was work?" Hayden comes down from his room at his mother's voice, moving to hug her.

"Jaxie threatened to throw me off the top floor and Alyssa cried again but other than that it was just fine." She tells him.

"Why did Jaxie want to do that? And I've told you to stop tickling Miss. Alyssa." He scolds her, helping her take off her jacket.

"I bit Xander." She says proudly, puffing her chest out.

"You did what?!" Hayden demands in horror, placing his hands on his face.

Xander was a 2-year-old kid that was at the Pack House's daycare and the image kept getting worse the more he thought about it.

"He bites me a lot every other day and I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine." Renee says without a hint of remorse, taking out the scrunchie from her hair to scratch her scalp. "Where are the cookies?" She asks in disbelief, staring at the empty tray like she expects them to poof out of thin air."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I almost forgot, our neighbors came over to pay us a visit." Hayden explains.

Renee just stares blankly at him, expecting him to continue when he doesn't, she makes a face. "And how does that explain where the cookies disappeared off to?" 

"I'll bake more, the youngest son and his older sister came over, he really liked the cookies." Hayden tried to pacify her.

Renee just looks stumped. "He ate them all?" She demands with wide eyes.

Hayden blinks, just realizing it. "He did." He affirms slowly, tugging on his shirt as he thought about it, how did the petite and slender man finish his entire batch of cookies?

"Is he fat?" Renee asks, giving up on the empty tray and making his way to her room. "What's his name by the way?"

"No, he's not, he's a couple inches shorter than me…"

"Really?" Renee cuts in. "I thought you said he was a man."

Hayden just gives her the evil eye. "We're the same age."

"Oh." Renee winces. "I love you."

Hayden just waves her away. "His name is Dream…"

"Dream?" Renee interrupts again, going to prepare water for a shower. "That's such a beautiful and strange name."

"I know right." Hayden agrees. "His older sister's name is Deidre and we might get invited over for dinner today." He tags on quickly, going out so that his mom could get undressed and clean up.