Aiden Katz might be a werewolf.

I couldn't shake the thought, no matter how many times Daisy told me I was overthinking it. It had been a week since I stumbled upon his bizarrely perfect medical report, and the idea had burrowed into my brain like an annoying earworm. My spirits were so low that you could practically limbo under them, and my productivity at work took a nosedive. Daisy's pep talks and endless assurances that I was being paranoid did little to help. I needed ...