Danica sat alone outside on the training grounds, staring up at the night sky. The moon was almost full, a sign that soon she would finally shift to her wolf form for the first time since she discovered that she wasn't actually human. A tingle of anticipation and fear ran through her as the reality of the whole thing hit her. With Martha's passing, she had no time to think about it at all.
It had already been a week since Martha's death—a long agonizing week of constantly reminding herself that the woman who was her only family was truly gone. During the week, Mason had been a saint, allowing her space and not taking offense at her cold shoulder and need to be alone.
"You should have a jacket." Came Mason's voice just as a coat was draped around her shoulders.
Turning, Danica gave him a
