Ripley's POV

Ripley slept fitfully.

She had tossed and turned all night.

At one point, she had dreamt of the Goddess herself, but it was hazy and blurred, and she couldn't remember anything about it.

By the time the sun started to climb above the horizon, Ripley pulled on a sweatshirt and tiptoed back downstairs.

She had planned for over a week now. She had retrofitted her laundry room with all of the things she thought a wolf shifter might need to stay ...