“I don’t get it,” Bria said.
She sat back against the plush leather seats in the rear of the luxury Lincoln Navigator with the Island Stripe Pride’s own Nari, their term for female Alpha. She was trying to get used to the fact that her eyesight was like ten times better than ever, as was her hearing.
“It takes a moment,” Violet said, a knowing smile on her face. “You know, to get used to it all. Being a Tigress. It’s like the world is suddenly in high definition, right?”
“Ohmygahd. Yes, that is totally it!”
“Wait till you get hungry. And I don’t know if steak or salmon was ever your thing, but you are going to start to crave it.”
“Love steak, only like raw salmon or smoked.”
“Then you better stock up. Smoked salmon is like chocolate for my beast. She loves it. And when I was pregnant, I couldn’t get enough.”
“You have kids?”
“Cubs. We call them cubs, and yeah, we have two,” she grinned.
“Nice. Congrats.”