Joseph let herself into her rental home and drew in a deep breath, shedding her role as liaison to the Council of Preternaturals for a few hours. Her trip through the rift had turned her into a werewolf. As it turned out, all Avasans who came through the rift became werewolves upon inhabiting humans. They were strong. Capable. No longer under the rule of Talis, their destinies were their own to determine.Now she had a reputable job. Considering the work she’d done on Avasa, working for the government was right up her alley. But even with her contacts she hadn’t been able to find her family.She’d been feeling particularly lonely lately, having finally given up on ever being able to find her family. She hadn’t seen her brother or her cousin since she’d come to Earth. She’d been alone for a hundred and forty-six years now and likely would remain alone the rest of her life.She had resigned herself to that, but sometimes the feelings of alienation were nearly overwhelming. At times like this she needed to be around a crowd, to pick up some of their frenetic energy so she could feel connected to something again.After a long, hot shower she styled her hair in an updo, put on a barely there black dress and high heels, and headed to the trendiest place in town—the Devil’s Domain.After walking through the front door, she paused, letting the sounds and smells of the club filter through her senses.
