“COFFEE?”
“No thanks.” And thus the evasions began. Caffeine was contraindicated for a female werewolf out on her own in the human world, the stimulant having a nasty tendency to force unwanted shifts. My inner beast was on the weak side and unlikely to grab the reins in her teeth, but I still didn’t want to risk it.
Nor did I want to explain why I was rejecting my mother’s beverage of choice. Hopefully she’d write it off to a matter of taste.
“Oh, right,” Celia said easily, pouring me a glass of juice instead. “Werewolf no-no, huh?”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised at both her knowledge and her easy acceptance of shifter secrets. Not that I should have been, of course, since the one-body had lived with Harbor for another dozen years after leaving me behind.
Had lived with my father fo
