Calla’s POV

The coffee shop on Fifth and Morrison was one of those trendy places that charged way too much for coffee and had furniture that looked stylish but uncomfortable on purpose. I had been here once before, meeting Patricia to talk about a tricky legal case that felt like it had happened in another lifetime.

Now I was back, wearing borrowed clothes from Luna’s closet that hopefully made me look less like a fugitive werewolf and more like a normal person grabbing afternoon ...