Isobelle
“You are?” Grayson spluttered with disbelief.
Alex collapsed with relief. Lucas slurped his coffee as if he hadn’t been worried at all. His cockiness was cute, and I could see straight through it.
Mason looked as if all his Christmases had come at once. “You won’t regret it,” he gushed, sounding ecstatic.
“Can I just ask you something? If everyone around here is a shifter, does that include Chloe and Lincoln?” I inquired, dodging the subject of s*x.
It was bound to crop up next, and I was stalling for time. Sue me. My body was trembling with nerves, terrified of what it would feel like to be shared between them.
“Lincoln is a bear shifter from Forest Hills,” Alex informed me. “Chloe is human, like you.”
“And she didn’t mind Lincoln being a . . . you know? A,” I cringed as I
