Scientist, loner...werewolf? Fourteen years ago, I bit through the lip of the first boy brave enough to kiss me. Since then, I've acquired a Ph.D. in archaeology, a new teaching gig at a prestigious university, and research interests out the wazoo. Unfortunately, my social life is still as bleak as a raided Egyptian tomb. Until that is, a stranger interrupts my class bearing the same ancient cat fang I see in my dreams. He's rough around the edges and entirely riveting. No wonder my inner monster wakes up and seizes the reins. Soon, wolf tracks appear on campus, the monster begins holding conversations without my permission, and a shadowy figure breaks into my office in search of the cat fang. Can I afford to reopen old wounds and display my darker half to the world just when I'm finally finding my feet?