“There’s no way to reverse what you have done?” She crosses her legs and smooths her slacks. “I didn’t say that. I said I didn’t know how.” “You have cost me my young, witch.” “You cost yourself. It’s your head that’s stuck up your ass.” My wolf rumbles, and she hurries to add, “And we don’t know that for sure. You could always, I don’t know, woo her. The moon works in mysterious ways.” “Woo her?” “You know. Dates. Flowers.” “That’s human shit.”
