Chapter 197. Another Shifter

Faye

“Lowe,” Michael says, nodding in the shifter’s direction in greeting. “I’m glad you were able to join us.” 

Lowe stretches his arms over his head, smiling into the pockets of bright sunlight poking through the clouds. “Miss a few minutes of sunlight? Absolutely not. When Alma told me I needed to help her and be a wolf for a day, I wasn’t going to miss it for the world.”

I rock on my heels while standing beside Emelda, watching the two men interact. Compared to a full blooded shifter, I can finally see the similarities, and differences, Michael shares with their kind. Vampire men are tall. Michael is tall. His hair is a deep auburn that turns a radiant chestnut in the sunlight, which is exactly like the wolf queen, his mother. 

But where Lowe’s skin is a rich gold and radiates warmth, Michael is on the paler side. The sun casts his skin in shades of opal instead of pure, raw gold like Lowe. 

He breathes–like Lowe. He