EpilogueThe house smelled of pine and Jeremiah looked out over the freshly fallen snow through the library window. There was a path through the snow to the woodshed where Zeeb had been working to fix his window, his driveway was shoveled, and Zeeb’s car was there most of the time.
It had only been a few days, but Jeremiah’s entire world had changed. Yesterday, he’d woken up with a huge black wolf in his bed. At first, he’d been terrified, but Zeeb had huffed, stood on his elbows or whatever you called it when it was a dog, and wagged his tail like a pup wanting to play. Jeremiah had burst out laughing. It was all so ridiculous.
“He’s nice.”
Jeremiah turned as his mother came to stand next to him by the window.
“He is.”
“And you’re happy.”
“It’s new.”
She snorted. “He’s a shifter. Yo
