I'm a drunk and a degenerate, with a job that's probably going to get me killed. So, why this young, sexy guy I rescued from the side of the highway has attached himself to me is beyond my comprehension. But, as someone who's constantly being accused of thinking with my d*ck, I'm not about to look a gift like this in the mouth. Even if that pretty, little mouth has fangs. Now I'm racing against the full moon to find the werepanthers that attacked my new...boyfriend? I don't know how to protect him and do my job, but if I don't figure it out soon we're all in big, f@ck*ng trouble.