Moon Called (Mercy Thompson, #1)

by Patricia Briggs

“Hey, Mercy. Dad sent me over to give you this and to get me out of the way while he dealt with some pack business.” She rolled her eyes as she handed me the camera. “He acts like I don’t know enough to stay out of the way of strange werewolves.” “Hey, Jesse,” I said and waved her inside. “Besides,” she continued as she came in and toed off her shoes, “this wolf was cute. With a little stripe here—” She ran her finger down her nose. “He wasn’t going to hurt me. I was just rubbing his belly and my father came in and had a cow—oh yum, cookie dough! Can I have some?” Jesse was Adam’s daughter, fifteen going on forty. She spent most of the year with her mother in Eugene—she must be in town to spend Thanksgiving with Adam. It seemed a little early to me for that, since Thanksgiving wasn’t until Thursday, but she went to some private school for brilliant and eccentric kids, so maybe her vacations were longer than the public schools’. “Did you dye your hair especially for your father?” I asked, finding a spoon and handing it to her with a healthy glob of dough. “Of course,” she said, taking a bite, then continuing to talk as if her mouth weren’t half-full. “It makes him feel all fatherly if he can complain about something. Besides,” she said with an air of righteousness, “everyone in Eugene is doing it. It’ll wash out in a week or two. When I was tired of the lecture, I just told him he was lucky I didn’t use superglue to put spikes in like my friend Jared. Maybe I’ll do that nex...

Ok, but if this doesn't sum up Jesse to a fuckin tee lol. She's a menace to society and I adore her