Masonic Werewolves, James Livingood [top 100 books of all time checklist .txt] 📗

That comment made Jacob think of his close friend Robert, playing video games on his couch. Jacob tried to look at Zan but Zan’s eyes were looking down. Zan believed what these women were telling him.

Jacob sucked in a breath and made an offer, “Zan, I shouldn’t be asking this, because you have been a jerk to me. However…” Jacob let out the big breath he had been holding. “Do you want to be my roommate?”

That comment stunned the women and Zan had a tiny quirk of a smile at the corner of his lips. Jacob tried his best to justify the offer, "I already have a friend who is over all the time, so I am used to that. Even if you paid practically nothing, it would still be more than he pays. He ends up using my video games and eating my food."

Abigail’s daughter pushed him forward and scuffed, “If you want him, you can have him. Zan, have your junk out by tomorrow. Not the day after, not the week after, tomorrow.”

The two women left talking to each other. Zan and Jacob stood there in the awkward moment.  Zan finally replied, “You mean it? She’s right, I really can’t afford much. I am trying to go to school so I can’t hold a full-time job.”

Jacob shook his head, "I don't care if you pay me anything. I mostly couldn't stand the thought of anyone being bullied regularly."

Zan looked down at the ground. “I did beat you up. Twice. I am sorry about that… I didn’t, you know, know how to express.”

Jacob put a hand on his shoulder. "I think I almost had you both times. Let's call it a draw, okay?" Jacob put his arm up and flexed his bicep.

Zan smiled and nodded, “A draw sounds good. Do you guys really just hang out and have dinners in there?” Zan pointed toward the lodge.

Jacob patted him on the back and said, “Why don’t you come in and see?”

Zan asked, the smile growing on his face, “Will I have to call you ‘brother’? You guys seem to do that a lot.”

Jacob shrugged as the two of them began walking towards The Grand Lodge of Wonderous Repute. "If you prefer, you can just call me ‘the Wolfman'." Jacob said with a wink.

Brandon chimed in, “Or just ‘Pup’.”

Zan smiled at Brandon. “I could call him ‘pup’.”

Jacob stood there for a second while the two of them continued walking forward. “Wait, no, you guys. That’s not funny.” Jacob began running towards them to catch up.