Beaver Brook has always been my home, and I’ve always known about the shifters that live in the wild just out of sight. I’ve also always known I’m one of them. But nobody else knows.
Jack, the man in town I’ve known for years and often daydreamed about going old with, is not just the cheerful guy who works at the local soup kitchen. He’s a bear shifter.
If I let him he’ll show me what it’s like to let my animal free. I’m scared that if I get a taste for it I’ll forget who I am..