“Look at that, a perfect fit.” Macy smiled broadly. “It’s a sign.”
I studied myself in the full-length mirror she pulled out of the closet. The borrowed waitress's uniform fit as if it were made for me. The blue and black striped dress epitomized a '50s diner waitress costume. I liked it. “What kind of sign?”
“That you belong here. Not just at this diner, but in New Orleans.”
Macy’s kind words didn’t comfort me because I was still reeling from being rejected by my mate and my mother’s pack. It had been a week since the humiliating incident at the Moon Guardian’s compound, and the sting of rejection still lingered. I’d spent the week trying to distract myself from thoughts of Cole Grayson by focusing on my survival.
Though I was terrified of the hunter finding me if I stayed in one place for too long, I couldn’t make a move without money. Macy came to the rescue and offered me a job. Today, my one-week probation was up, and I got the privilege of donning the uniform.
Smoothing my palms over my skirt, I forced out a smile. “I’m not so sure I belong in this city. I’m not sure where I belong.” Discovering I was half-human and half-werewolf caused a major identity crisis. I’d always had the feeling of not belonging. Now, the feeling was ten times worse. I was hunted by humans, and werewolves wanted nothing to do with me. I didn’t belong on any side of the fence.
Macy’s intent gaze was disconcerting. When she looked at me like that, I felt as if she could read my mind. “Give it some time, Sydney. Things will fall into place.”
“I sure hope so.” I laughed nervously. “Because I definitely can’t go back to Nebraska.”