I didn’t ask to wake up claws and fangs, much less a tail.
My life had enough complications—five mates, a slew of lovers, and an entire community to protect—but I loved it.
Now, everything is a mess. Fights, ropes, demons, and blood are usually a good thing, but not since the cat came out to play.
I have to find a cure.
The only person who I know who might know how to help me get answers is an irritating, preening bastard living in self-imposed exile.
Did I mention that he’s the assassin that tried to destroy us during the Conflict?
This is going to suck…