Chapter 38

“Brigitte, Conor and Dawn are werewolves.” Melinda shook slightly and looked at Brigitte, her eyes wide. Apparently she was more open to the idea that it was true and not some joke. “Werewolves are not like they’re portrayed in movies and TV shows. They’re not ravening monsters who want to eat you. The government knows about them, and signed a treaty with the various tribes of werewolves. A lot of activity goes into keeping them secret from most people, including the issue of special identifications which gives their assumed ages, not their real ages. Dawn is 12, Conor is 13, and Brigitte is 60. None of their licenses reflect those ages, because they don’t look those ages. Now, I’m going to have Brigitte take off her clothes, so she can shift to wolf form without ruining them. Are you with me so far?”

“Uh huh.” Almost breathless. Brigitte began removing her clothes.

I continued. “The change is very sudden, like a second or less. One moment, she’ll be a woman, the next a