When Jiao answered the door later that day, just after dinner time, a woman about her height with graying hair pulled into a pony tail, stood there. A familiar scent washed over her. The stranger smelled an awful lot like Chris, which meant?
"Hi. You must be Jill. I'm Meredith Grayson, Chris's mother, also head of the Shifter Welcome Committee for the Ottawa area. Nice to meet you."
Jiao clasped the outstretched hand and shook it, wondering at the woman's presence. Did she come to warn me away from her son? Oh please, no. If Sheng heard anything of the sort, he'd have them packed and gone by the morning. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am."
"Oh goodness. Call me Meredith. We don't stand on formalities around here."
Remembering her manners Jiao opened the door wider. "Would you like to come
