JACKSON

I’d always liked my job. Being a werewolf doctor kept me busy enough not to care about the whole “fated-mate” nonsense. Mates were trouble, just like women in general, pretty chaos wrapped in perfume. I used to tell myself that staying single was smarter than getting caught in their storms.

That was before the moon goddess decided to laugh at me.

Two years ago, when I got transferred to Blue Moon Hospital, everything was perfect. The nurses respected me, the doctor in charge ...