Neviah
I’m not sure how to react to what Seraphina just said, so I laugh.
But she sits there with an expression that tells me she’s completely serious. “Seraphina, there’s no such thing as people who turn into wolves.”
“I wanted to believe that too, once,” she says. “But then I met these people. I’ve seen it for myself, child.”
“Seen what?”
“The shifts,” she replies, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I glance down at my tea, wondering exactly what I’m drinking here. Surely this woman is hallucinating.
“You don’t seem surprised by the mention of wolf shifters,” she says.
“Well, no,” I respond. “My friend has a whole bookshelf full of stories about them, so of course, I’ve heard the term. But that’s fiction.”
She smiles and nods her head. “Precisely.”
“What do you
