Jo-anne POV
A full-blown shivers woke her up this morning. She’d managed to get to the bathroom and turn the show on, and stand in there while it hit her, washed over her and was sitting on the floor afterwards, her head back against the tiles, trying to catch her breath. Well, at least it had not hit her on that plane last night. Only occasionally did they stop mid-shiver. Who knew why? Not her, that was for sure.
She showered and headed into the pack's town center for brunch. Sat and watched as pack members went about their business, some of them smiled at her and said hello or good morning, she returned their greetings. Others looked at her as if wondering why she was here at all. A few saw her and dismissed her altogether. Guess it was to be expected; a mixed response to her presence
