Sarah’s POV
I awoke the next morning and hurried up to the cottage. Nyssandra was happily fanning herself on the back patio like she did every morning.
Today, she was wearing a pair of my jean shorts she wanted to wear and a white tank top she had also borrowed from me. She looked hip, though her lengthy hair, goddess-like complexion, and eyes made her look otherworldly.
She peeked out from beneath her hat and smiled. Looking entirely too pleased about something.
“Did you have a good night?”
“The goddess of all werewolves came to me in a dream.”
One corner of her lips tipped up at me. “I know, she told me.”
I was blinded by surprise. “The goddess spoke to you as well?”
Nyssandra laughed, snorted, then giggled. “I’m an oracle. I talk to the Gods and Goddesses all the time. We’re f
