Chapter FOUR

Hanging around Werewolves was making her way too comfortable with animalistic noises. Maggie would have to be vigilant about that in case she wound up insulting some Shifter or other.

“Okay, fine,” Joelle huffed, “no more sex talk.”

The two females continued watching the old sitcom Joelle had on the TV. Soon the two of them were giggling while they ate and commenting on the show rather than the state of Maggie’s non-existent sex life.

Thank goodness.

Life had been serving the Flint girls lemons for almost a year now, but they still had each other. That was one constant.

Shit, she thought as the credits began to roll. Maggie knew the time had come. She had to tell Joelle what happened, though.

That was a rule they’d made a year ago when she’d first walked into the teenager’s room and explained what was going to happen to her. It was then she’d made the promise to always be honest.