All Lycan's Eve

“I made it a point to step on every sidewalk crack while I was growing up.”
Callie Jones glanced up from inventory invoices displayed on the computer
monitor. Jewels plopped down in the chair in front of her desk.

“And do you know what it got me?”

Callie raised an eyebrow. “What?
“Nothing. My mother has slowly been pushing me toward the edge of a steep,
jagged cliff with her opinions on my wedding.” Jewels’ green eyes narrowed. “I swear to God, I’ll jump before I walk down the aisle in a fluffy white dress looking like bikerbar Cinderella.”