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Six months later
Joanie’s daughter Lissa looked up at me, opened her mouth, and let out a wail that would ring in my ears for weeks.
“Loud baby,” Wolf-Lonna moaned. “I’m going to disappear for now.”
“Go ahead,” I told her. “I’d like some privacy with my friend.”
“I don’t think she likes me,” I said and handed the wriggling infant back to her mother.
Joanie, her eyes ringed by dark circles, laughed and soothed the infant with a bottle. “She wakes up hungry, even more so than normal babies. I just can’t keep up.”
“There’s nothing wrong with supplementing. So you’re sure she’ll end up being one of us?”
“Iain’s done the tests, the lycanthropy gene is there, and she’s got all the early signs in the book Peter sent me from the Lycanthrope Council.”
She looked at me, and I could tell
