Chapter 17
Everything always looks brighter in the morning...especially after waking up in lupine form with the sound of my parents’ steady breathing on the other end of the line. Shaking off my lupine skin and picking up the phone with human fingertips, I pressed the device to my ear with a genuine smile on my lips.
“Morning, Mom, Dad.”
“Good morning, Buttercup,” Wolfie answered, his voice a whisper. Muffled by distance, I could still make out the steady whistle of Terra’s not-quite-snore in the distance, and I lowered my own voice to keep from waking my mother up.
“I know you want details, but I’ve got to hustle,” I started, excuses more unwieldy when I had to spin them directly into my father’s ear rather than through an intermediary.
But Wolfie didn’t press the point. Instead, he
