Ah, okay, now we're on the same wavelength, Lydia thinks to herself. "They used to," she says loftily, raising a sporkful of taco salad up. "Not so much these days. Practice makes perfect, after all," she adds before bringing the food to her mouth to start eating.

Of course he's a werewolf, no wonder she was drawn to him. She's like a damn magnet for supernatural creatures, she thinks. Even Jackson had taken the bite.

"So what about you? Do crazy things happen to you on the full moon?" Lydia keeps her voice light because she doesn't want to give him the impression that she's afraid or intimidated when she isn't.