The summer I discovered the world was not black-and-white but a host of annoying shades of gray was the summer a lot more changed than my vision.
Call me Jessie, or better yet, Officer McQuade. On the night the truth began, our usually shy wolf population near my hometown of Miniwa, Wisconsin attacked. At the scene of the first crime, I found a wolf totem, which lead me to Professor Will Cadotte, an expert in Native American mythology, particularly of his tribe the Ojibwe.
From day one, he annoyed me. Tall, dark and gorgeous, he’s also funny, smart and nearly as sarcastic as I am. I felt things when I looked at him. I wanted to keep feeling them longer than was healthy for a woman like me. I know what I am. Better off alone.
Nevertheless, we began to work together in an attempt to determine what was rotten in Miniwa. We were getting nowhere until the arrival of Edward Mandenauer, a self-proclaimed werewolf hunter.
Sure, I laughed and then one of our dead bodies walked out of the morgue. After that . . . things got really strange.
Now a rare Blue Moon approaches, making me wonder: Who can I trust when the moon is full?