Izzy Konnig has everything: a successful career as a federal prosecutor, a house in the trendy part of town, and Emma, a beautiful girlfriend who requires no commitment.
Then one night Emma accidentally bites her, and Izzy Konnig finds herself turning into a werewolf. Panicked, Izzy bolts, only to be grabbed by a gang of rival wolves and forced into an underground fighting ring. If she wants to return to the life she loves, it's going to take everything she's got—and more.
Butterfly soft movements of fingers running along her shoulder woke Izzy. She grinned as she opened her eyes and saw her girlfriend with a furrow of concern between her eyes, and her chestnut hair strewn every which way from the passion they’d shared the night before. She yawned and stretched. “Good morning.”
“I bit you.”
She laughed and sat up, the sheet falling away from the rest of her body. “Emma, you were an animal last night in the best possible way. It’s not in a place I have to hide for court so if I give you so much pleasure you need to sink your teeth into me because you can’t bear it, I can live with that.”
Emma bit her lip and couldn’t meet her eyes. “No, Iz, it is a big deal.”
“I think I’d like go out for Saturday brunch.” She looked over at the clock on her nightstand to see if they had time for another round before they had to leave.
“Listen to me. I BIT you.”
“I know, I was there.” She got out of bed and went to pull comfy clothes out of her dresser, since the biting angst was nixing a pre-brunch tumble.
“You don’t understand.”
“Clearly.” She hadn’t gotten around to putting the clothes on, but she stretched out her hand to get the smaller woman out of bed. “Come on, a new place opened down the street and I read in D Magazine they have amazing French toast.”
Emma gripped her hand. “Do you feel any different?”
“Nope, I mean I’m starving but if you would stop obsessing over nothing, we could fix that.”
“I was so hoping I wouldn’t have to do this. But, you might be infected.”
Izzy tensed; Emma had said nothing about an STD when they’d first gotten together six months ago. They were exclusive, so what could she possibly be at risk from now? “What do you have?”
“It’s easier to show you.”
Emma stood and walked to the foot of the bed, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths. Izzy gasped as a shimmer surrounded her girlfriend and where her Emma had been standing a few seconds before, was a white wolf. Izzy knew she screamed and backed away—if it were possible to climb up a headboard backwards, she’d have done it—and then everything went black.
Her eyes fluttered and she looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom. “Wow, that was a crazy dream.”
“It wasn’t a dream,” Emma said from the foot of the bed, where she sat cross legged and watching her. “You saw me turn into a wolf and then you fainted.”
Izzy laughed and waved her hand like she was bating at gnats. “No, it was. For starters, I don’t faint, and, more importantly, because there’s no such thing as a…”
“Werewolf? Yes, it’s what I am, and you are too by the way you smell.”
“You turned me into a Werewolf? C’mon? That’s crazy, Em.”
“I need you to try to change.”
“This is stupid.”
“Just do it, Izzy.”
“No. You hit your head or something. Oh, wait, I’m still dreaming.” She slapped herself in the face. Needles of pain stung in her cheek, and she closed her eyes then opened them, expecting to be lying down in bed. She wasn’t.
“Just do what I tell you.”
She figured she could play along with the crazy girlfriend. Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do with someone in a psychotic break to keep them from becoming violent? “Fine, what am I supposed to do?”
“Relax and look into your mind, find the part of yourself that feels different.”
She sat on the bed in a half lotus position, mostly to make fun of Emma but also a small voice in the back of her head told her to do it. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and met Emma’s. “Nothing feels different, can we either get dressed and eat or do something more fun?”
“Come on, Iz, you didn’t really try. Close your eyes again and inhale. You can’t smell stuff that you couldn’t before? Please try.”