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light brown hair from the tips. “You grew this before your last change, right? It should be untainted by the potion you were given.”
    “Okay,” he says. “I need a safe place to shift though.”
    “Already thought of that,” I say as I walk to the door. “I’m gonna get ready. Can you dress yourself?”
    “I can manage.”
    “Good. We’ll leave in half an hour.”
    I’m about to walk out when he says, “Mona?”
    I turn around. “Yeah?”
    “Thank you. You didn’t have to—”
    “Of course I did. Just get dressed, okay? I have a busy day today.”
    I take a quick shower and put on clothes but don’t bother with hair or makeup. No time. As I lace up my sneakers, I phone my assistant Billie at the shop, telling her I’ll be late before running into my office to check the potion timer. Ten minutes left.
    “Hello?” my sister Debbie calls from downstairs.
    “Aunt Debbie,” Cora shrieks, running down the hall from I’d guess Adam’s room.
    Sure enough when I step into the hall, Sophie walks from there out toward the stairs. Popular guy. As I pass the room a hand grabs my arm. Adam pulls me toward him. “No one can know I’m here.”
    “She’s my sister,” I say, yanking my arm away.
    “Mona you can’t trust anyone.”
    “I can trust my sister.”
    “You don’t understand,” he says desperately. “I need to tell you—”
    “He’s up here,” Cora shouts downstairs. “His name’s Adam, and he’s a real werewolf!”
    I cock an eyebrow. “Moot now. Excuse me.”
    Debbie and her fiancé, Greg, stand by the front door, gazing up at me with confusion. They’re quite a pair. Her auburn hair is long and curly, but it suits her long face and huge almond eyes. She takes after our mother with lean limbs and freckles across her nose. Greg is every bit the lawyer in preppy clothes complete with popped collar, sandy blonde hair, and regal features. He’s a good man and even asked me for Debbie’s hand in marriage. I’m a sucker for good breeding.
    “Werewolves are real too?” Greg asks me. They’ve been together for four years, and he’s still not used to the whole preternatural thing.
    “Vampires too,” I say with a smile. “Welcome to our world.”
    Debbie rubs her fiancé’s back. “Why is there a werewolf here?”
    “Million-dollar question,” I say after a peck to her cheek. “It’s co-op business. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s a little sensitive.” I glance down at the girls. “The same goes for you too. You can’t tell anyone else. Not your friends, not anyone in the family, alright? Pinkie promise?” I hold out my pinkies for them.
    “Pinkie promise,” they say.
    “Good. Now go get dressed! There’s a lot of wedding stuff Aunt Debbie needs help with today. Go on.” Reluctantly, they go back upstairs. “Coffee?”
    Debbie and Greg trail me into the kitchen, which is a mess with milk and Lucky Charms littering the counter. I roll my eyes and get three cups. “So he just showed up last night?” Debbie asks.
    “Yeah. Someone did a real number on him.”
    “And you let him in? Mona, you could get in trouble or some-
thing.”
    “Or more trouble,” I mutter into my cup.
    “What?” Debbie asks.
    I sigh. “He’s leaving today. No one will ever know he was even here, okay?”
    “Then why are the police outside?” Greg asks.
    I choke on my coffee. “What?” I cough. I run out of the kitchen toward the front door. Sure enough when I get outside Deputy Roy Timberlake is three houses down inspecting a red Explorer with a missing window as Auntie Sara, who holds my wayward cat, talks his ear off. Oh crap. She looks over at me. “Oh, Mona!” For being in her mid-eighties, she sure can walk fast. Debbie and Greg join me on the lawn just as she reaches us. “Deborah. Gregory.”
    “Hi, Auntie Sara,” Debbie says.
    The Captain meows in Auntie Sara’s arms, so she hands him to me. “I saw him on my lawn about to go to the bathroom. You really must keep a