My first term of university: bad grades and worse sex. After losing my sister/best friend Grace and spending my teenage years suffering for it, I thought academia could be my saviour. So, I buried my head in as many books as I could find. But it turns out you can't just turn the page on years of guilt. Still, the university library has become something of a haven away from the darkness. Until a werewolf bit me in the romance section. And to my surprise, I kinda liked it. I should have died - but instead, in true me form, I fell in love with the mysterious wolf that nearly tore me to shreds. Now I feel myself changing, experiencing urges like never before. Maybe I should run for my life, but suddenly a dark bond is pulling me in closer. Am I making a terrible mistake? Could they be luring me in to finish what we started? Or could becoming a werewolf be the best thing that ever happened to me?
