Thirteen: Mia Conner

Thirteen

Mia Conner

A werewolf.

I couldn't be a fucking werewolf. When I thought back to my childhood, I didn't remember anything about werewolves or magic. But all signs pointed to the improbable. My parents disappearing, me meeting Mason against all odds and us having a daughter…. the universe knew we were supposed to be together. So, it made it happen somehow.

"Can I see Rachel?" I asked. "She's here, right?"

Mason kept on looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive. I couldn't deal with him just then. There was too much. I was supposed to be in Las Vegas, having a vacation, and instead I was dropped into the middle of a Stephanie Meyer novel. That was the last thing I wanted.

"Yeah," said Barrett, "I'll go get her for you. She's been waiting for you to wake up."

I made face. "Waiting for me to wake up? How long as it been?"

"A day, give or take. The shock from finding out about everything really got to y