It was the happiest thing she'd ever had to get used to, the very non-morning person she was living with, and the best part was never knowing which one she'd find. The grumbling bear, the purring cat, the low growl of the wolf...or the affectionate human.

The warm, smooth arm against the bare skin of her stomach and the lips on her neck were all the hints she needed that her Jack was human this morning. And because it was more fun this way, she played possum and pretended to still be asleep.