Chapter Five

THE bleak morning fit ’Lucia's mood. Snow-laden clouds blocked the sun, and the wind shrieked outside the window. Meanwhile she was snuggled in bed, not wanting to rise. Today was the day, the day everything changed. Maybe if she stayed in bed and ignored it, it wouldn’t happen.

A knock on her door told her that wasn’t likely.

“One moment! I’m not even up yet. Jeez.”

Damn, she hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet and already it was starting. Actually, it started last night. Mandy must’ve told her sisters, or they’d been eavesdropping, which wasn’t hard to do with werewolves’ sensitive hearing. Each sister had stopped by to check on her. Her mother was upset, but mostly because Solomon was a lycan and not a werewolf.

She yanked on a pair of jeans she’d thrown over the back of her desk chair and padded over to the door. A discreet sniff informed her it was her father. Lovely, just what she wanted to deal with right off the bat, and her without her coffee too.

Running her hand through her