What was different this time however was the way her body felt. She was lethargic and tired, which was normal these days, but why had her thighs started to ache? And why was she smiling even though her situation was no laughing matter? It was only when she rolled over right onto the wet spot that she remembered her dream. Or rather…her non-dream. “Shit!” She shot up, the covers falling down to reveal her naked body. She looked down at herself and winced. “Shit!” she repeated. Love bites adorned her skin, from the top of her breasts to the insides of her thighs. It hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t been a dream! Which meant that she’d really made love—had sex, whatever—with Andy. Which also meant that what she’d witnessed earlier had been real. “He’s a shifter!” She grabbed the sheet and flung it away from her so she could get off the bed. Of course, as soon as her feet hit the floor, she promptly fell. Damn it, I’m tired of being weak! It took her a couple tries to sit back up on the edge of the mattress, and by then, she was nearly breathless.
