“How about there?”I ask, pointing at a diner across the street.
“Sounds good.”
We cross the street and enter the diner.I let Cooper choose where to sit, and we slide into a booth.I scan the menu he passes me, my stomach growling and my mouth watering as I look over the options.
“What looks good?”
“Everything,” I say honestly.
“We can get one of everything.”
I look up at him in shock.“What?No, that’s way too much food!”
He shrugs.“I’m hungry.”
I shake my head at him as the server comes to take our drink order.
“Just water for me,” Cooper says.
I nod.“Me too.”
I decide on the burger and fries, and Cooper orders the same.I slip the menu back behind the napkin holder and lean across the table toward him.
“Is she a shifter too?”I whisper.
He smiles, leaning closer to me.“Yeah.”
“What about them?”I ask, nodding to a couple across the diner.
Cooper turns to see who I’m looking at, then nods.“Yep.”
“Is there a way to tell?”
He shakes his head and stands, sliding into the booth next to me.“Easier to talk this way.”
I laugh.“You just like being next to me.”
“Yeah, there’s that too.”
“So, there’s no way to tell if someone is a shifter?”
“No, not unless they shift.Or if you have a good sense of smell.That’s how I can tell.”
“You can smell them?Their animal?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that weird?”
He lifts a shoulder.“I’ve never known any different.”
“What’s it like to shift?Does it hurt?”
“No.I mean, it’s a little uncomfortable, but it happens fast.The discomfort is there and gone in a second.”
“That’s cool.I wish I was a shifter.”
“It’s cool now, but it was difficult when I was younger.Learning to hold my wolf back, control him, ignore his voice and thoughts, all of that.”
