“Like my maternal grandmother, they don’t have a high opinion of any breed of shifter other than their own. That’s partly why they’re assholes to my dad. But it’s mostly that he refused to move to Russia when he mated my mom.” Bree frowned. “But they’re nice to Mila, and she’s a pallas cat.” “They claim she has the ‘soul’ of a wolverine, so her animal’s bodily form apparently doesn’t count.” Bree’s eyebrows shot up. “Right. So the meal might not go well?” “It definitely won’t go well. It never does when my father and uncles are eating at the same table. You’ll see what I mean.”
Yay!! Drama
