It couldn’t be real. How could it be real? Lucy still shook as she pulled the truck over after driving three blocks from Scott’s house. She’d been dreaming about powder-blue wool when she felt him move. She’d barely opened her eyes in time to see him change from the man she’d been snuggling into a wolf. A real wolf with gray fur and a set of unbelievable teeth in its mouth. It had stretched and wiggled and… She shook herself again. No, that had to be impossible. If werewolves really existed, then they would have been exposed by now. She’d finally snapped. Her grandma had always warned if she didn’t have a balanced life she’d go crazy. She must have been working too many hours or maybe she hadn’t had enough vitamin C lately. Surley there was a logical explanation for why the really nice man she hadn’t been able to get out of her head in weeks had turned into a wolf. She rested her forehead against the steering wheel, thankful for how clean it was. The vehicle reminded her of Scott, big, powerful...
