She seems like a lovely woman. If I actually intend to reveal my nature, it would be better to learn more about what she thinks. Like it or not, werewolves seem to be the closest thing to shifters to call 'my kind'…
"Do you have a relationship with any of them?"
"Honey, the old wolf families have been in these mountains longer than any of us regular folk. The Goddess blessed them with her gifts long ago and she's continued to do so all this time."
Martha glanced over at me after making a turn and getting stuck in more traffic. Green eyes with depth stare my way, but I'm not sure if they see through me or past me… or see me at all. Probably some of all of it, forcing her to interpret as she will.
> Mystics are all that way, interpretive conduits. <
"Most people in the city pretend they don't exist, but anyone with sense and power knows better. Especially those too few of us who practice. Don't underestimate them or make enemies, you hear?"
