I wasnâ€™t abnormal, but I wasnâ€™t normal. I was who I was, and thatâ€™s what made me fall into the paranormal world, and into his strong arms. It all started that night when I went to get a carton of eggs after work. I walked into the small corner grocery and picked up a carton of eighteen from the milk aisle. The small store had a dozen aisles and a freezer section against the back wall. The two cash registers were at the front near the sole sliding doors that led out onto the dimly lit streets.
|Oracle of Spirits #1 (Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Mac Flynn|