What About Werewolves

Winter in Angel Bay is refusing to die, my demon boyfriend is never home, and my mother has dropped in from Heaven just in time to discover exactly who I've been dating. So naturally, this is when bodies start turning up looking as if something with very large teeth used them as chew toys.

Everyone assumes werewolves. I assume we need a perfectly reasonable plan involving paranormal field guides, questionable surveillance, Snow-Buddy Cares, and several decisions that become significantly less reasonable once my friends and I make them.

Now a mysterious biologist is asking questions, a suspicious stranger is complicating everything, and Zane and I are discovering that long-distance romance is hell—even when one of us has family connections there. If we can't identify what's hunting Angel Bay before the next full moon, our winter festival may become an all-you-can-eat supernatural buffet.

We were raised by angels. We mean well. At this point, that should probably frighten everyone.