Chapter Two

“Sunny, I’ve got a customer with a question over here?” Mom called from the front of the shop.

There was nothing wrong with her ears—a Wolf could hear perfectly fine without all the yelling—but in order to pass in front of normals things like shouting were necessary—horrible, screechy, and possibly deafening, but still, necessary.

Sigh.

Sunny rolled her neck and shoulders, trying to relieve the tension that seemed permanently stuck there. She knew what her best friend would say.

Minerva Lykos was a renowned artist, and a bit of a dog, even for a Werewolf. Whenever anyone had a physical ailment or complaint, the she-Wolf always found a way to blame it on sex, or the lack of.

“Sunny, you need to get laid.”

It was her favorite sentence whenever they talked, and that had been rather infrequently these last few months. Minnie was on tour, and there was no one to give her any of those fabulous pep talks about her dull social life.

Double sigh.