Chapter 9

• Oaklyn wrestled with the key. It was worn and she had to fiddle with it each time she unlocked the car.
• “Do you think we could go grab something to eat? You know hot and, on a plate, not from a package?”
• She looked over the roof at him. When was the last time she’d had a real meal? She couldn’t remember. Eating would be a good idea. Her animal was having a fit inside her. Shifting burned all calories, so she needed to eat to settle her down.