Lara opened her eyes to find Greg— no, his name was Chris, she remembered— watching her as they lay in bed.
“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered with a smile that spoke of familiar affection.
“Good morning,” Lara replied, though she had no control over her mouth as she said the words.
With her next sleepy blink, some old knowledge told her that her name wasn’t Lara— it was Alice, and she was a human, not a werewolf. She was married to a man that was not the one who had been sleeping in the bed next to her, the year was 1919, her husband punished her with his fists when she did something to disappoint or displease him, she’d met Chris four months earlier, and they’d been in love for almost as long.
Alice had left her husband, Rick, the previous day, leaving only a note for him to find
