Gloria watched as Clara took a huge bite of her hot dog, sauce smearing the corners of her lips. The woman was a werewolf, of course she ate like that. They were infamous for their appetites, stuffing down enough food to rival an elephant yet never gaining an ounce thanks to their impossible metabolism. Gloria, on the other hand, could swear she gained weight just by drinking water.

When Clara had shown up at her university wanting to talk, Gloria never imagined she’d end up sitting beside her at a street vendor, sharing hot dogs. Clara Lykie the personal assistant to the future president of the Higher Species was one of the most polished and put-together women Gloria had ever seen. Yet here she was, devouring junk food on a curbside bench like she hadn’t eaten in days.