Fake It 'Til You Mate It by Sarah Spade

When I wake up in the morgue, I know it’s time to move on…
When people think of shifters, they always bring up the predators: wolves, bears, big cats. But prey shifters exist, too; the bunnies, the hedgehogs, and my old childhood nemesis, Roxy, who was an adorable raccoon and a huge headache.

Then there’s me. Honey Morgan, one in a long line of Virginia opossums—and who has a tendency to ‘play dead’ at the worst possible moments.

For nearly my whole life, I’ve managed to live among humans who have no clue that I’m a supe. But when I get startled and drop only to wake up in the morgue, I have to admit my mother was right: us opossums need to be around other shifters, even if the local predators have me hissing.

Or maybe that’s just one.