When I took a much-needed nap, brushing my messy hair was the least of my concerns. The problem was that my bird's nest of snarls became - well - an actual bird's nest while I was out I woke up to a flurry of wings. By the time I'd extricated the unwanted visitor, three things were He was hurt. He wasn't alone. He wasn't human. This hummingbird shifter must have been hitting the fermented nectar, because he - and his crow shifter buddy - have some absolutely insane notion that I'm their mate. What the flock?