Trevor Ferox is a 15-year-old teen. He goes to school like normal teen boys, and plays sports like normal teen boys. Though he isn't normal. Trev happens to be one of the only werepanthers in his state, Florida. He lives in a small town called Westoak, in a tiny cottage in a lush forest. All shifters, like him and his mom, act like normal humans, or no-tails, to survive. (Credit to Mark Eastburn, because this book is a play-off theirs) (This story is not complete, but I will try to add more parts soon C:)
Book 3 of the Cross-shifter Series.
Life has always been good for Sam. He had it all. The huge house. All the hot one night stands he could ever want. Parents who could honestly care less about seeing girls stumble out the door at odd hours of the day and or night. Everything seemed perfect. Until he found out something about himself that literally kicked his ass...right out of the house and onto the curb. He had always known he was a canine shapeshifter, just like his two parents. However, when things began to get awkward with the male students at his school during his senior year, ending with him being jumped in the locker room, he quickly found out that he not only was a shapeshifter, but a special kind which was considered a disgrace to his family. A cross-shifter.
The trip to the animal shelter had been planned for quite awhile but work had kept finding its way into the time slot he'd allowed for the trip. Now, with his three year old daughter cheering in the backseat, Richard finally makes his way to the building and finds a parking spot. He expects to find something small that would hopefully take to his daughter and be a friend he sometimes couldn't be when he had long days at work, but something caught his daughter's attention in an off-limits quarantine area that he just couldn't leave behind.