Todos os capítulos de I INHERITED A WEREWOLF PROBLEM: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

The cursor blinked at the end of the last sentence like it didn't quite believe me either.Done. One hundred and two thousand words of it, and the final period sat there looking almost smug about the whole thing. I read the last line three more times, partly to make sure it was as good as I remembered writing it ten minutes ago, and partly because I wasn't ready to stop being a person with a finished book yet. That status had a shelf life. Tomorrow I'd just be a person with a laptop and a deeply concerning caffeine habit again.I shut the lid before I could talk myself into "just one more read-through," which was how I'd lost entire weekends before, and allowed myself approximately four seconds of feeling like a functional adult with her life together.I glanced at the clock 6:41. Then I looked at the banana bread I made for the shopkeep and his wife earlier in the day. If I wanted to catch the shop before it closed and hand off a slice to the two people in this town who'd actually be

I pointed toward the front door again. “Get out.”For the first time since I'd walked into my own house and found him casually violating several laws at my kitchen table, he looked genuinely confused.“Did you hear what I just said?”“Every deeply concerning word of it.”“Your grandmother was murdered.”“According to the armed stranger who broke into her house.”“Your house.”“Not helping your case.”His mouth tightened, and I got the distinct impression that patience was not one of his more developed qualities. That made two of us.I crossed the kitchen and snapped my laptop shut before he could read another word. Whatever bizarre mental breakdown I'd apparently wandered into tonight, there were limits. Finding out that Grandma had supposedly been some kind of supernatural border patrol was one thing. Letting a home invader get to chapter twenty-seven before my editor did was another.“You're taking this remarkably well,” he said.“I am not taking anything well. I'm choosing which em

I stared at the notebook, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something less concerning. They didn't.The Keeper belongs to neither side."Okay, Grandma. Very inspirational. Still doesn't explain why there was a werewolf in my garden."I turned the page. A Keeper may stop an act of violence, but only for a short time. Peace must be agreed upon, not forced.Well, that explained the kitchen incident. Apparently, I could yell at people hard enough to make them physically incapable of killing each other. A useful skill, considering the company I'd been keeping lately.I skimmed the next few pages. There were notes about agreements, boundaries, and disputes between people whose names meant absolutely nothing to me. Grandma had recorded them in the same neat handwriting she used for grocery lists, as though mediating disagreements between werewolves and Huntsmen was no more remarkable than remembering to buy milk. One entry mentioned a Huntsman who had been caught setting tr