Chapter Six

“She’s coming to!”

“Milady?”

“Wassup Jozi?”

Jozette blinked against the cacophony of voices knocking against her already messed up head. What the heck happened? Oh yeah.

First, she’d been about to make out with a naked guy who spoke like he was from another time.

Second, her BFF had busted through her door, pussy-blocking Jozette, and sporting three inch fangs and claws, and her very own Lion man.

Third, she was pretty sure she heard some shit about shifters and dragons.

Not to be confused with that roleplaying game whatever and dragons, she was certain. Maybe this was like that time she and her buddies stayed up late playing WolfMoon and accidentally drank some of her father’s Sambuca. The dreams she’d had that night, boyo!

“Jozi? Wake up!” Marissa shook her hard, and Jozi slapped her hands away.

“What the heck, Mar? You broke my parents’ door!” She seethed.