There wasnt a werewolf in my bed when I woke up this morning. Which was a change I did not appreciate.
Ever since Ethan started working for the not-very-shadowy group trying to bring some sort of cohesion to the werewolf and shifter groups the world over, hed been gone more than hed been home. And I tried to be cool about it. Really! But well, it sucks.
Whats even worse? Theres some sickness going around the were and shifter communities. Weres and shifters are getting sick, going feral, dying And all signs point to it being a targeted attack on the infected. Someone trying to cull pack members.
Someone trying to revive Garrows plans to make stronger, better, more pure weres.
Either my worst nightmare was coming true and the monster that made me was back or he wasnt the only one willing to use innocent blood to create their idea of perfection.
