She sat rather heavily, as if her legs wouldn't hold her up much longer.

"All the wolves shift," I said, and there were suddenly nine wolves sitting around my condo. The only one who didn't, was the one who couldn't. Isabelle put her hand over her mouth.

"Mon Dieu."

"Shift back," I said, and there were no wolves, just naked people. I explained everything about werewolves, their genetics, everything else that went into their heritage, including longevity, the ability to heal from most wounds. She sat in stunned silence for most of it until we got to the part where Simone was carrying a puppy."

"You've fucked one of these...