GRACE POV
I was starting to think something was off.
Like, really off.
Connor’s mom was weird. And not just the “eccentric rich aunt who collects porcelain frogs” kind of weird—no, this was next-level, borderline certifiable.
One: the Nessie-themed sweater.
Two: she kept talking to Connor even when he wasn’t talking. Like, full conversations, mid-air, no pause, as if telepathy was a casual family trait.
Three: she seemed personally offended by my “I hate Nessie” stance. Like I’d declared war on her favorite child instead of a mythical lake creature.
I was still barely coming to terms with the whole werewolf thing. You’d think, after seeing Connor shift into a literal giant red wolf named Cain, my definition of “weird” would’ve stretched a bit. But somehow, this… this dinner, this fa
