The True One for the Beast!

Daisy is twenty-two—she’s a geologist. She travels to Antarctica for an internship, where instead of work she’s expecting a setup. Meeting a werewolf doesn’t promise anything good—only if she herself is human. Mikhail: “No, I can’t agree to a lousy reception from the Snow Queen!” Daisy, it’s me. Your Mishan’ya. I feel warm hands—grabbing my backside—burning my skin; the warmth spreads through my blood, infecting me with something I clearly forgot. I stare straight into clean blue eyes and see the sky that split my life into before and after. I know I’ll give anything in the world to live in this After. I see a soul in the black pupils—it embraces me. Damn, that feels so good!