They call him the French Man. A bitten 22 year old who found a dim sense of belonging in the world of claws, fangs and fur, and a member of the recently formed 'Council'. The French Man is a killer. Deadly, mysterious, infamous to those who cause trouble, and very easy to aggravate. Within his first year of service, he has become the tale of a legend. A shadowy figure of unbiased justice. Hell-bent on doing his job. Recognizing no hierarchy other than his own degree of morality.
Helen Grady plays violin in her pack's orchestra. Werewolves often appreciate tone and key than most. For the past several weeks, rogues have attacked her little town.
A town that is used to making fine instruments from the surrounding forest, not fighting. Thus they called in a enforcer. A taxed paid worrier, if you will. And that warrior they receive is the most feared of all, The Frenchman.
And yet, Grady observes something unexpected when the town hosts their guest to a concert....Poorly hidden tears.
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