"I remember. Sort of," Bella said, but really, she didn't. Those memories were locked well away. "There's nothing wrong with it. Hell, it must be nice to not be a walking quartz crystal that's ice cold, doesn't sleep and drinks blood to survive." She snorted. "And not look barely eighteen when you are, in fact, 23 years old."

Her mini-rant finished, she turned back around at the slower pace when she tried to pass as human. "Do I want to know what a were-yak is?"

She wasn't even going to admit how much the idea of joining the police pulled at her.