“What is this? What’s going on?” she demanded.
She was short for a werewolf, actually a little shorter than me, and her deep brown hair showed glints of red in the light coming in through the windows. She was very pretty, but the expression on her face was not.
“This is Amelia. She got caught up in that ‘little tussle’ you just heard about. She almost died. Amelia, this is my sister Sienna.”
Rather than be moved by what she heard, Sienna took a cautious step closer and smelled the air.
“What’s wrong with it? That’s - ” She smelled again. “That’s a human, Jake! What are you doing, bringing a human into the house.”
Ah, I thought. She’s one of those werewolves. My heart sank, and I realized I’d probably been a little too quick with hoping everything would be alright.
Jake sighed, as if
