Chapter 9

• “I am not marrying… or mating or anything with Brock!” Shae stood there with her arms crossed glaring across the room at the three women. “I can’t even stand being in the same space he’s in.” She was shaking as she fought back the tears of rage. They had been trying to console her for an hour now. So, she was some unheard of species and had been living a lie her entire life—whatever. She was going to turn into a cat with furry tail—fine. Be handed off to Brock, absolutely not! That was inconceivable.
• “Shae…” her mother stood up and came toward her. “This isn’t what I want for you. I just… I don’t know what to do.”
• Shae fell into her mother’s open arms and hugged her. “Can’t you talk to father? There has to be something…”