your teacher. Go on inside,” Ariel said with a wink.
Once the children had gone inside, Katlyn thanked the parents for bringing the children and introducing themselves. “I’d like to get to know you better, and perhaps ask you all what it’s like to have a shifter for a child. I just don’t know what to expect.”
“Expect the unexpected,” Wenise said with a laugh.
Katlyn went inside the classroom as the parents left, except for Raphael who’d left much earlier. That man sure was a mystery, but not as much as Melody’s missing mother. She really hoped she’d reappear, and fast since Ariel just might have her hands too full with Melody. She just couldn’t imagine Melody trying to learn how to fly, and with that girl’s spunk, it would be from the top of the tallest of trees.
When Katlyn finally made it into the classroom, the children had taken their seats and were talking about how they had all learned how to shift within the last few months that school wasn’t in session. The shifters had been grieving the death of Nate, the werewolves’ alpha and school had been suspended, giving them lots of opportunity to practice. It had taken some time before Raphael had decided that it was safe enough to allow his nephew, Maxwell, to come back to school.
Humans had come to terms with the fact that shifters lived amongst them. If anyone harbored any hard feelings, they certainly kept their thoughts to themselves, thankfully. A shifter bill of rights had been drafted by congress and passed into law to afford shifters the same rights as humans—including the right to vote— opening the floodgate of human females of all shapes and sizes searching for shifters as mates. Shifters didn’t look at them quite the same way; many of them enjoyed a curvier female, one who was strong enough to handle it if they were asked to move to more remote locations, which many shifters preferred. Luckily, even though they were now protected and didn’t need to fear for their lives, Brendan and Chase had chosen to stay in Wyoming and at the Shadow Creek ranch, a place that had become a real home to Katlyn.
Katlyn wrote a math problem on the board and asked who wanted to come solve it, holding up the dry erase marker. Hands went up and Maxwell was chosen, taking his time to get there as his limp caused him pain, noted by the whitening of his face. How she wanted to help him in some way, but she knew that it was important to Maxwell to blend in with the other children despite his handicap. He’d be an alpha one day, they said, but Katlyn wondered if anyone would challenge him for the role as it was a battle of strength.
Maxwell, who was at the board now, did the math problem with the right answer, and Katlyn smiled. “That’s exactly right, Maxwell.”
He made his way back to his seat a little more easily, or it might just be the pride he felt when he’d answered the problem right.
“Who would like to speak about your family and how they came to Creeksboro, Wyoming?”
Hands shot up and Katlyn called on Joel, who came to the front of the class. “My father was a very strong mountain lion, but my mother had to flee our woodland home as the humans pushed into our territory. We’re not even sure if my father survived or not.”
“Did he tell your mother to leave?”
“Yes, and times were not good for us when I was younger. My mother barely scraped by as a waitress until Brendan and Chase came to town and convinced her that she should move out to the ranch where we would be taken care of.”
“So they knew she was a shifter?”
“Yes. all shifters can smell another shifter when they meet one, depending on the type of shifter.”
“I see. That’s quite an interesting story. Anyone else?”
Ivan’s hand shot into the air and when he was called on, he said, “My mother told me that she and Brendan used to date. I think that’s the word for it. They almost were mates until my mother met someone else, a human. I don’t