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Tommy Roling does everything humanly possible to raise his infant daughter Corinne the right way.
But when you’re half a year out of high school, you’re flat broke, and you have to deal with losing control of yourself every full moon — well, being a perfect dad becomes quite a struggle.
And after a stranger shows up slashed to death the day after Tommy’s most recent full-moon run, his fragile world starts to break apart. Caught in the middle of a battle for power over his small Iowa hometown, cut off from his family, Tommy feels like he’s about to lose control of everything. Including his innocent baby girl, who may or may not have inherited his werewolf gene.
Tommy secretly hopes that his little girl does have it in her. In the weeks that will come, his wish comes true, but in ways he never would have dreamed…
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Excerpt — From Chapter One
Tommy kept his window rolled down, sucking in the cold air, and then he stuck his entire head out the window for a painful, blinding, sobering second.
Slow it down. You’re almost there. There’s still time.
Two more turns and Tommy hit a gravel road. The back wheels of his Grand Am spun, pulling the little car into a swerve that he drove out of without even having to think about it. He goosed the gas pedal and kept pressing it until the little six-cylinder engine hit seventy. The car’s revving drowned out Tommy’s tortured breathing.
Above him, the night sky opened up with a blanket of stars almost bright enough to drive by without headlights. The turn for Westoff’s back acres was lit up like a movie theater entrance to Tommy, though all the colors bled into white, black, and gray. His vision was going wide on him, the world opening up to him, coming clearer and fuller, as his eyes — always the first thing to change — drank in the moon fat and white overhead.
He slammed the car into the turn without slowing, and rocked down the half-mile dirt lane leading to the fifty unused, overgrown acres of old man Westoff’s land.
As soon as the car was parked and the engine killed, Tommy rolled out of the door, pulling at his clothes and wheezing like a dying man. His shirt ripped and his socks came off in tatters, but he was beyond caring. He inhaled the terrified scent of three, maybe four deer running away from him, half a mile away.
His fingertips were clawed and his breath plumed in front of him like a semi’s exhaust, the air chuffing in and out of him as he nearly hyperventilated from his efforts.
I tried to hold off the change for too long, he thought. Can’t keep doing that.
And then his clothes were off and his blood was on fire. All thinking, all worries, all fears disappeared, and under the wide-open sky and glowing moon, Tommy ran.
Continued…
