Memphis, Tennessee. One of the top ten poorest big cities in the U.S. Where there's poverty, there's crime. The Russian mob's moving in. And where there are criminals, there are cops. Ours just happens to be a werewolf.
Jarod took a bullet to the chest. But he didn't die. And since he woke up, nothing's been the same. Because while he was lying there bleeding out, he was bitten. By a werewolf. And that thing about silver bullets? Myth. Shoot anything in the mouth, spill its brains all over the sidewalk, and it dies.
So Jarod's got no pack, and his bite didn't come with instructions. What he doesn't know about being a werewolf would fill a book. He can smell his partner's sexual attraction -- she might as well be in heat. But if he lets Belle have what she wants, will she wake up with a strong desire for raw meat? Not knowing means trying to talk her out of the sex she's determined to have with him, because he hasn't told her he has a furry side.
Yeah. Two partners who always have each other's backs and can share anything -- and everything -- but the one thing he needs to share the most.