(ALICE)
Getting yelled at as soon as I start my shift at Benny's Diner is a little disconcerting. Especially when I'm not even the one who brought this table its lunch.
My eyes land on the upset man's companion, Willow Elvin, a beautiful, blonde woman with blue eyes that are sparkling in glee right now.
Like me, Willow is a wolf shifter. And so is her current date.
"Sir—" I try to begin, only to be cut off.
"It's bad enough that your kind stench up the place!" Flint Barlow snarls at me. "But to bring my date cold food when she told you the exact temperature—"
"Sir, I wasn't here when you placed the order," I inform him, impatient now, trying not to let his first comment get to me.
My own pack members love reminding me that, unlike them, I don't possess a wolf spirit. It's really thoughtful of them, almost as if they're worried I might forget I am not like them and can't shift.
