Dear Diary,
Today I became a werewolf. It wasnt exactly on my to-do list, but neither was finding a strange man on my doorstep who bit me while he was high on werewolf nip.
Now Im working for a supernatural financial firm run by the hottest alpha in town (who happens to be my mate), trying to track down a cursed artifact, and dealing with office politics that involve actual monsters.
Did I mention I can hear my dog talk? Honestly, I preferred it a lot more when he couldnt give me unsolicited advice about my questionable life choices.
Im really starting to miss the days when my biggest problem was acid reflux.
