Chapter 24Drew
How did one tell the person who came into one’s life and stood one’s world on end that one had certain…irregularities…in one’s family history? That the men one called the Papas had been lovers for years, that they had raised one’s mum from her infancy? And that that was the most normal part of what one had to confess?
How did one say, “I am a shapeshifter, and on nights when the moon is full and bright, I turn into a werewolf?” And oftentimes, not just when the moon was full.
I was damned if I knew.
What I did know was I had to tell Da’ric the truth about my family, the truth about me, but did I come right out and actually say I was a shapeshifter, a were? I had never told anyone, not the women who’d borne my children, not the occasional partner I’d taken to bed, and not
