I woke the next morning fully dressed and wondering if the strange occurrences had been a dream. Even so, I avoided going downstairs. The previous day had been weird enough, and I just wasn’t ready to face the evidence that not only had I possibly been seen by Jared Steel naked—damn that wolf brain—but my ghostly grandmother had warned of further threats.
The thoughts bounced around my head like sugar-fed toddlers. I took my time getting ready but found it difficult to focus. Early mornings after changing were the hardest—Damn, another sign that last night was real—because the animal brain took its time going back to sleep. We all had different hangover effects from changing.
Or maybe I’m just exhausted from traveling and all the weirdness of yesterday. But still, thank gods there’s a cu
