Sarah POV
“How did you know the servers were alphas in disguise?” Melissa asked.
We had both sat down in large, comfortable armchairs that faced each other over a small coffee table. If it weren’t for the twenty monitors on the wall, it could have been the living room of someone’s apartment. There was even a little side table with drinks.
“Do you think there are MREs in the closet?” I asked back, then realized I was being rude again. “That waitress who took my plate was wearing contacts and had dyed her hair.”
Melissa looked at me blankly, and I told her my usual explanation about having to watch werewolves closely to pay attention to social cues. Then I explained about the other server and the cart.
She nodded, and we watched the monitors together in an oddly comfortable silence. On
