Ora’s POV
I’m not a princess. If I were, I don’t think I would be wearing day-old underwear or someone else’s clothes. I also think I would have had a better upbringing. “Did you bang your head when you were out last night?” I asked my aunt. She must have. She’s not making sense right now. Either that or the stress has driven her crazy. “People don’t turn into wolves.” I scoff.
“Ora, listen to me. It’s not just me. Aunt Josie was a wolf shifter as well. That’s why we wouldn’t let you out after dark. We didn’t want you seeing us patrol the farm.”
“Okay,” I say, laughing, knowing I am trapped in this bedroom with her. “Aunt Jo, why don’t we go downstairs,” I say calmly, but on the inside I am freaking out.
“Ora, please listen to me.” She says in her usual calm tone. “I can
