Dee and Nate

Starling Adoption Agency is supposed to be the premiere adoption agency. The best of the best. The place where every hopeful parent finds their perfect child. Yeah. About that. Apparently, Starling’s definition of “perfect match” is closer to “we found a child and technically the paperwork has your name on it.” Case in point: Dee. Dee is human. She applied to adopt, and honestly, she wasn’t picky about species. Human, elf, fairy, whatever. She just assumed that if the agency handed her a child, that child would probably be…well…human. Then Nate arrived. Nate is a werewolf. Not a werewolf who occasionally turns into a wolf. A werewolf pup. And Starling apparently thought Dee would be an excellent match for him. Dee’s first week of motherhood has been an educational experience. Potty training? Disaster. Nate has apparently decided that the entire house is his territory. The furniture. The curtains. The couch. One unfortunate pair of Dee’s shoes. The neighbor’s rosebush has also been claimed. Repeatedly. And then there’s the little issue of Nate not always being human. Because sometimes Dee wakes up, walks into the living room, and finds her adorable son has become an actual wolf puppy. Which raises some awkward questions. Like, how exactly do you explain to your neighbors that the adorable puppy sprinting around your front yard is actually your son? “Don’t worry! He’s house-trained!” No, he isn’t. “He’s very friendly!” Mostly. “He’s not technically a dog.” At which point Nate is probably chewing on a garden hose. Dee applied to adopt a child. Instead, Starling Adoption Agency gave her a werewolf pup, a potty-training nightmare, and a crash course in explaining supernatural family dynamics to the HOA. And somehow, she’s still convinced she got the better end of the deal. Mostly because Nate is adorable. Even when he’s marking the furniture.