Full Moon Medic

With magic leaking back into our world, working the nightshift as a paramedic comes with danger. But I handle it. I’ve got a shotgun for the zombies, and my lycanthropic rage hasn’t escaped my apartment. Life is normal-ish. All that changes when I’m called to help a dying fey knight and I make a promise. There’s a little girl with big eyes and a heart-rending sniffle. I can’t say no. Of course she’s not human. She’s their key to opening the long-closed gates and feasting on humanity.

Every moment is a struggle between the human and the beast. Wolf-me cares nothing for schedules, social niceties, or the importance of hiding. Territory is to be taken and protected. Pack is to be expanded. But I don’t want to give up being a paramedic to howl in the woods. I have to find a middle ground.

There’s a new fey in town. She’s the Knight of Joy and I want to harsh all over her good vibes in the worst way. Sure, Portland could use a bit more happiness, but Joy’s flavor is the all-consuming kind that renders folks content to hand their souls to the fey. Not on my turf. The trouble is I can’t touch her. The Queen of Summer has threatened to shatter Secret’s mother and send me the pieces if I lay a single claw on her knight.

I might be a werewolf. But I am a paramedic. It goes deeper than the adrenaline rush of the life or death calls. Every call no matter how minor, lets me end a shift with the knowledge that yes, I helped someone today. Except I cannot help anyone when people are shooting at me! Slade Hutchson, the rabble-rousing son of a bitch, is back in the city with a new job. The supernatural correspondent for a local TV station. A position he's using to poison the entire city against me.