Gillian
I ran my hands through my hair and pulled on it in frustration. I’d promised her an explanation, but it was going to be a lot harder than I thought. George was looking at me smugly, and I could see he was truly enjoying my discomfort. I took a deep breath, and just jumped in. “Do you believe in soul mates?”
Her mouth opened, and then closed again, and she shook her head. “No. Not really.”
I felt my heart sink a little. But I squared my shoulders. She would believe, very, very soon. “Well, our kind believe in it, religiously.”
“Your kind?” She quirked an eyebrow at me, “What does that mean?”
“We’re, uh, were-“
“Shifters.” George cut in. “We’re shifters.”
Alice rubbed at her temples tiredly. “Shifters? Er, what? Is that some kind of cult?”
“Eh, lets stick to one t
