I stayed silent for a while, watching as he cleaned the baby and put on a new diaper with that mastery that amazed me. When he finished, I dressed her again and we went out to the kitchen for the milk. I prepared the bottle and then got to the coffee maker; but the moment Alexander began feeding his daughter, the back door of the kitchen opened, and two enormous figures came in.
I almost screamed. I’d already had enough animal-shaped surprises at my door.
Fortunately, I didn’t embarrass myself too much, because I barely moved toward Alexander—unconsciously, as if seeking his protection. The two werewolves who came in froze in place, and the one in front opened his muzzle to speak.
“Oh, I’m sorry, we didn’t know that…” he began, in English with a marked German accent.
All his fur was gr
