Maggie laughs. She doesn’t cackle. She laughs. “Careful. I wouldn’t use that word around others of your kind. Even Nickolas here is fighting to suppress his irritation.”

“My kind?” I ask. That seems to be her answer, then?

“Yes,” she says. “You are, beyond question, a wolf shifter. Of that much I am entirely certain.”

There it goes. The last bit of doubt. I’m not a human. Every friend, classmate, teacher, co-worker, boss, or ...