WerewolvesAtHeart

"Skylar only gets three more cookies today, and that's not til after dinner. And you'll be sure to put her to bed by eight," Rita rattled off. Sammy could smell the anxiety oozing from her pores. Rita was the spitting image of her twin sister Ruth, also known as Night Sky, Alpha Female of Argo--but she lacked her sister's self-assured, commanding aura. Sammy glanced back over his shoulder, at the four-year old singing along with Elmo on TV. Skylar was the cutest little werewolf Sammy had ever seen. Her big hazel eyes sucked in his attention. Her cornrow hair was bunched in a poofball on each side of her head. She ran around in pink tutus, which her mother kept several on hand and switched them out wherever Skylar got them too dirty. And her petite white fangs glistened as she sang, impressively on-key for someone her age. She probably had her keen werewolf ears to thank for that. Of course, Rita was challenged enough as a single mother, let alone a single mother to a werewolf child.