I knew Lettie had been lying to me. I had hoped she wouldn't lie to me about something as important as having a f*****g wolf talking to her in her head, but she had. I was relieved that we hadn’t stayed behind at the campsite. Being so close to the beach there were always plenty of other people around. The last thing we needed was Lettie to shift for the first time in front of a field full of people, or even worse in front of a load of other werewolves. Fortunately her first shift wasn’t as bad as I had been expecting. It was relatively quick and she seemed ok when she shifted back. I was not a total novice to this sort of thing. Although I am not a werewolf, I had been friends with Fynn for years and I had known several of his pack members. I had been 14 years old when I had moved foster
