by Isabel Dare

Copyright Isabel Dare 2013. All rights reserved. Smashwords edition.

It was a gorgeous fall day, crisp and clear, and the scent of woodsmoke and pine hung in the air. It was three days before the next full moon, and Kirk was already beginning to feel that rising tide of power tugging at his blood.

His skin itched, and his clothes felt uncomfortable. His beard grew back so fast that there was no point in shaving, because he’d just end up with a face full of bristles by the end of the day.

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