Wolf Dreams

Scientist, loner...werewolf?

Fourteen years ago, I bit through the lip of the first boy brave enough to kiss me. Since then, I've acquired a Ph.D. in archaeology, a new teaching gig at a prestigious university, and research interests out the wazoo.

Unfortunately, my social life is still as bleak as a raided Egyptian tomb.

Until, that is, a stranger interrupts my class bearing the same ancient cat fang I see in my dreams. He's rough around the edges and entirely riveting. No wonder my inner mon...