A wolf, I think, instantly ready to retreat inside the house. But no. It’s a woman—Juno. She emerges from the trees, looking beautiful, and powerful, and naked.
Newborn-just-slithered-out-of-the-birth-canal naked.
She waves, and then unhurriedly comes to sit on the chair next to mine. “Misery.” She nods once, courteously.
“Hey.” This is f*****g weird. “Just checking: You know you’re naked, right?”
“I was on a run.” The moon will fill tomorrow, and the light gleams off her glossy hair. “Does it bother you?”
Does it? “No. Does it bother you?”
She looks at me like I’m one of those Humans who think premarital s*x is a ticket to hell. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
“You have?” Talk to might be Were-speak for severely injure.
“To apologize.”
I tilt my head.
“You helped Ana last we
