Jodi is a werewolf. She still doesn't have a pack. She never got along much with others of her kind. One day, she meets a witch who smells like coffee, leather, and spices and is given a whole new perspective on what family means. *** *** *** A/N: This story is based on my girlfriend and I. We've been together for almost a year and a half and she is the one that helped me realize that I was pansexual. Every day she makes me the happiest woman alive. She's shown me what family really means and I am forever grateful to her for her love and support.