Chapter 6
Which is how I came to be both saltless and late when I rolled into the parking lot of Harper’s prestigious boarding school. Despite the buzz of voices elsewhere, the picnic table where my sister and I always sat was empty. But the scent of middle-aged alcoholic led away from the table along with an aroma that matched my sister’s shampoo.
Unlike most werewolves, I couldn’t latch onto signature aromas. A symptom of my face blindness, likely. But the combination of coconuts and stale beer could be none other than Harper and Nick.
So I followed. Hurried down a tree-lined path, out onto a grassy field...and stopped in my tracks.
There in front of me was the slender and ever-moving body I’d recognize from a mile away as Harper. But she didn’t have her feet on the ground. Instead,
