"And just how are you planning to wear those?"
Frowning at her in my mirror, I replied, "In my ears? Is that a problem?"
She didn't bother to answer me, just pulled my hair back and turned my head a little so I could see my ears. I had my ears pierced when I was twelve years old. I'd had a second set put in at sixteen. As I looked at my ears in the mirror, it was plain to see my ears were no longer pierced.
"What the hell? I've had pierced ears forever."
"Not anymore, you don't. Being a werewolf makes you heal quickly. Pierced ears are holes that shouldn't be there. The first time you changed, the wolf took hold and fixed the damage."
A rumbling growl started in the back of my throat. "I have had enough god damned changes for a while. I like pretty earrings and I'll be damned if I'm going to give them up."
