He nodded, now fully alert because she was ready to talk but not wanting to interrupt, in case she would clam up again.

"My mother was not just a shifter," she finally admitted. "There is witch blood in that side of my family, but the power skips a generation, so that is why you never heard about my mother. She appears to be a normal shifter."

He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms, struggling to reconcile this new information. He'd slept with Sharon, been closer to her than anyone, and he'd had no idea she had magic. "You've been able to use it this entire time?"

"Well." she...