Wolf Bane

There wasn't 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, he'd been gone more than he'd been home. And I tried to be cool about it. Really! But... well, it sucks.

What's even worse? There's 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 Garrow's 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 wasn't the only one willing to use innocent blood to create their idea of perfection.