Chapter 19

When we got up, Mom and Dad were going at it again. I looked at my bedmates and laughed. The three of us went for a ten mile run in the morning and Conor and Brigette smelled three other shifters during our run, but apparently, the word had gotten around that we were okay, and no one approached us. After our shower, Brigitte put on a crop top tee and shorts, Conor a muscle shirt and baggy shorts, and I wore jeans and a tee. I’m sure their outfits were chosen for something easy to take off, or lose if they were torn in a shift. After breakfast, Brigitte went out to the dock for a little privacy and made the phone call to Gerhard.

She was given the time and place to meet, a remote address up US 47 near the ink spot on the road of McNaughton, near the Wisconsin River, and noon. It was at most, five miles out of town, so we didn’t have to leave until 11:40, which would be plenty of time to get there early to show respect.

Brigitte didn’t want to take me, but I insisted, both