trystan

I don’t bother with shoes. Sable trails me to the front door, though I motion for her to stay back and out of sight. Like she’s going to fucking listen to me. She’s as bullheaded as a recently transitioned shifter.

And I love her for it.

I throw the door open and step out onto the low, concrete stoop. Dare, Archer, and Ridge are standing in a semi-circle in front of a woman I recognize.

“Amora!” Sable says as she appears at my elbow. As the other woman turns to the sound of her name, she covers her eyes and squeaks, “Naked Amora!”

I sometimes forget that the woman...