think of nothing else. Beck kind of had her convinced, but a nagging doubt still bothered her. Despite her own feelings, she still could not be sure it was possible for a man to change so completely. At school he behaved so dreadfully, she found it hard to imagine him being any other way.
“That’s the trouble; there is so much to think about. I’m sure Wes is up to something, and then there’s the whole will I won’t I vibe I keep picking up from everyone. My mom is the worst; all of a sudden she has a maternal instinct.”
“I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.” Jenny replied, suddenly feeling guilty for obsessing over her own worries. It must be much harder for Paris. “Does anyone remember your dad? I know my parents do vaguely, but not what he was when he changed. Nothing.”
Paris came and flopped down on a stool next to Jenny. “He’s a mystery. It doesn’t help that he wasn’t here long. Stayed in the cottage for a few months, and then moved on.”
“Leaving your mom to make it on her own.”
“Yes. She’s still hanging on to the hope he might suddenly turn up and claim me as his own on my twenty first.”
“And what about you?”
“I don’t know. I suppose I would like to meet him, but there’s already so much pressure. What if he comes and I don’t have the gene. I’d be a disappointment all over again.”
“You are not a disappointment, especially to that man of yours.” Jenny smiled wistfully. “You are so lucky to know who your mate is, and to love and trust him.”
“You’ll find yours, Jenny. I’m sure of it, and when you do, it will be perfect.”
Jenny buried her face in her hands, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I believe in perfect. Nothing in my life ever has been.”
Paris put her arm around Jenny. “Sure you can’t talk about it?”
Jenny rested her head on Paris’s shoulder. “Not yet, I need to get my head together first. Everything seems to be happening so fast.”
"Scary isn't it?" Paris said. "I find it hard to believe I went from a lonely college student to living with a man who turns into a bear. It has to be the weirdest thing ever. I only hope when I change...if I change, that we’ll be compatible."
"Compatible? In what way, it makes no difference to the way you are together in human form."
"I know, but I would hate to turn into something like a mouse, when he is this big fierce animal. Do they even have mouse shifters?"
Jenny laughed. "I bet they do somewhere, but I've never met one."
"I want to be something that can keep up with my bear, run with him, and experience the sights and sounds as he does."
"I never thought of it like that."
"Won't you turn into a bird, like your parents?"
"I don't know. I'm not a hundred percent sure that's how it works. And I'm too scared to ask them."
"Is that what the problem is? You're scared they'll be disappointed if you're different to them?"
"A little." Jenny thought for a moment. "Tell you what, there's an old woman who lives in the forest. I mean way back in the forest, we could go and see her. Apparently she has a sense for all these things."
"Like a sixth sense for shifters?"
"Yes. That's if I can find her, and if she's still alive."
"Do you have a good idea where she is? Only I don't think getting lost in the forest is such a good idea."
"It would be easier if we had a tracker with us."
"Is there anyone you can ask?"
"I don't know. Not many people like her, she creeps them out."
"I bet Beck would go with us. He's been out of sorts since he got here according to Wes. Maybe he needs to do something to add a bit of excitement to his life. How's that working out for you anyway?"
"What do you mean working out for me?" Jenny jumped on Paris’s innocent comment.
"Beck working at the farm. He doesn't say a lot. Are you OK?"
Jenny tried to act normal, but Paris already knew something was wrong. "It's fine, he's fine. Works hard, makes my dad happy."
"And does he make you