Despite himself, Kay found that her sympathy pacified him a little. He took a quick breath. He didn't really want to talk about how ~hard~ it was being a teenage werewolf -- it'd sound like whining, he felt. "It was usually sneakers, for me," he said. "They're not a problem. Your heel pulls right up out of them. Good luck finding a pair in a place like this, though. Looks like it's boots, sandals, or nothing.

"And being a werewolf's not so bad," Kay went on, deciding not to open up about hiding the fact that he was a werewolf from nearly everyone he knew. "There are definitely upsides. Besides, I didn't really have to go it alone, there was --" He cut himself off, shutting his mouth slowly.