New Ogham is a city like any other, full of artists and architects, coffee shops and dive bars. But New Ogham is also full of wolves. Werewolves. Stevie McAllister has made a career of painting the most fantastical creatures she can imagine, but she never expected to meet someone or something as fantastical and terrifying as Uli Larsen and his equally terrifying sister, Maiken.
From the first night she sees Uli Larsen at her art opening, Stevie can't get him out of her mind or her dreams. She wants him, badly. When she sees the horrible, magnificent creature he becomes, she wants him even more.
Uli's sister Maiken makes no apologies for her love of killing. The only one who can tame her is a tiny, blue haired pixie of a woman named Jolene, the proprietor of New Ogham's oldest dive bar.
When she opened her eyes again he was staring intently down at her, his green eyes a strange yellow color, his lips drawn back so she could see his perfect white teeth. Stevie realized his focus wasn’t on her face, but on her throat. His breath was loud, rasping, hungry. She tipped her head back, fully exposing her neck. He lowered his head, his nose close to her skin.
“Is that what you really want, Uli?” She asked, her voice calm.
His head jerked back and when he met her eyes all the blood drained from his face. His eyes were their normal color. He rocked back on his knees, clearly mortified. He tried to get up, to get some distance between them, but Stevie sat up quickly and wrapped her fingers around the back of his head, pulling him towards her.
“Is that what you really want Uli?” She asked again.
“How did you know?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.
She ran a finger over his lips and they parted at her touch, “I think I’ve known since the first night I saw you at the gallery. I could feel it when I looked at you. I know a wolf when I see one.” She said, pressing the tip of her finger against one of his unusually pointed canines.