What did one wear to dinner with a wolf pack you were lying to and would probably get killed if discovered? Andrea mused as she looked at the pitiful pair of jeans and T-shirts she had in her backpack. Well, she certainly didn’t have a lot of choices.
It was either she wore a blue T-shirt or a yellow one. She liked the yellow T-shirt with a large sunflower printed on the front. Andrea shook her head. She would hate to get the shirt stained with blood, so she picked the blue one with a frown, wishing it was black.
“Are you ready?” Kristy asked, her impatience evident as she emerged from the attached bathroom—another grand affair, just like the rest of the house.
Andrea had almost swallowed her tongue when she went in to check it out. She knew they were in a shifter’s house and she had
