Giving him a moment to read it was more difficult than she had anticipated. She had to sit on her hands to keep from fidgeting after he took it, and bit the inside of her lip lightly to try to keep from smiling as she eagerly watched his expression. Juliana had wanted him to read the entire thing before she made her announcement, but now that she was so close to being able to share the news, she felt ready to burst with it. She waited as long as she could manage, which was almost certainly not enough time for him to have even skimmed the entirety of the article. Then, her tone somewhere between the delight of a child on Christmas morning and the pride of a painter placing a signature on their magnus opus, she said, "It's mine. I wrote it."

Hopefully she'd given him at least enough time to get a sense of what it actually was. The title, of course, left no doubt as to the subject matter: On the Habits of Werewolves. The abstract and introduction lead to a very brief overview of her methodology, which was primarily a description of how many subjects she had interviewed and over what periods of time she'd been actively engaged in correspondence with them. The bulk of the article was devoted to her findings, which detailed some of the precautions werewolves involved in the study either had taken or were currently taking to keep themselves and others safe during full moons. This was followed by a rather passionate discussion section which put forth the (in some circles, anyway) radical idea that werewolves, for the most part, actually rather preferred not to murder innocents every month. That had been the easiest part of the article to write, but the hardest to edit — it was difficult to sound detached and academic about something that she felt so strongly about. The conclusion that followed was little more than a summary, and the article ended with a list of references to what little published academic literature existed on werewolves that was, in her expert opinion, not complete and utter garbage.

"What do you think?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward from her perch on the windowsill. Zachariah knew (as few others did) that she had been conducting research for years, with the goal of being published someday — but this was the first time she had told him what she was researching, so there was no telling what he would think.