Release Date - January 18, 2018
BLURB
Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter. I say that
like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of
steam one day when I was about eleven and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or
fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. I’m also gay. I say that like
I know what I’m talking about with that too. I don’t. Kind of figured
it out though when I was more interested in what my best friend Timmy was
doing to himself then I was in the pictures he was looking at while doing it. I
think I was about the same age. So yeah, two things I knew I was as a
kid but knew diddly shit about.
I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has
me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I work my ass off
every day to just pay the damn rent. I get out and run my wolf when I can,
trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a
“family” just sounds like too much work. I honestly don’t have time for such
things. Besides, I was told when I was young the color of my wolf was all
wrong. Too silver I guess. Metallic. I thought it looked cool in the full moon.
“An Alpha would kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he
wasn't my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street. But he
was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly
shit either but a guy can’t be too careful.
So romance? Way
off the radar.
But then someone started killing wolves. Started
leaving lined up broken bodies all in a row next to the high school
in my home town. Thought that was pretty odd. Really? A school? How does
something like that happen?
Anyway, got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in
his or her wolf state, does he/she stay that way? Were these dead
wolves like me? The hell of it was, being a shifter wasn’t common
knowledge. The police were only concerned that there might be an
over-population of vicious wolves as opposed to who it was that was doing the
killing. The killers seemed more the vicious creatures to me. But about
the only charge the police could bring if they ever caught them was the
illegal discharge of a firearm within city limits.
So it looked like I had to see what I could do. Kind
of like a super hero. Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this. I can turn
invisible.
Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.
Too bad I never really grew out of that “stupid” part
of being young…
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