I froze.
The woman was a normal size. Around my age, maybe. But her partner was gigantic. Built like a football player, or bigger.
If someone was going to be a werewolf, they would look like him.
The couple looked in my direction, and I looked down.
Don’t make eye contact.
Keep moving.
He could just be a football player. Or a gym rat. Or a construction worker. There was no reason he couldn’t. Right?
But if he was a werewolf, he probably wasn’t the only one.
Now that I was thinking about it, there was a possibility that they could be dangerous.
Maybe coming to Moon Ridge was an even worse idea than I’d realized.
I parked my cart next to the cucumbers and sent a quick text to my closest friend. Our university was piloting a program where they hired a set number of younger-than-average professors, so the few of us who were women around thirty had been drawn to each other. The majority of the other professors were much older than us, which made it a little harder to connect on a friendly level.
Anyway, we had a whole group chat going on, but I wasn’t about to tell all of them that I’d been insane enough to go hunting for a werewolf in my horny, sleep-deprived state.
That information was strictly for the friend I trusted and talked to the most.
Me
I did something stupid
Jade
You read another dark romance book?
Last time you did that, you were weird for like two days
Me
In my defense, books affect me very strongly
But no
This is stupider
Jade
???
Me
I was up all night reading about werewolves
Jade
Oh dear lord
The sexy kind?
Me
