“Lenora, why don’t we ladies take the girls up to my office for a chat?” Mom said, her voice calm but purposeful, as she gave Izzy a meaningful look. There was no mistaking the silent message exchanged between them. “Logan, if you will.”
I smirked, the corner of my mouth tugging upward in satisfaction. This was one time that revenge would be served piping hot, and I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity. ‘All female Howlers are to report to the Grand Luna’s office immediately.’
You see, Supernatural girls and boys of the Werewolf or Fox clans had this little thing called ‘heat.’ Their mothers had the unenviable task of explaining why their bodies would feel like they were on fire, a flesh-covered furnace that could only be cooled by one thing: s*x.
Getting their heat wasn’t like getting
