Daniel Potter

With magic leaking back into our world, working the nightshift as a paramedic comes with danger. But I handle it. I’ve got a shotgun for the zombies, and my lycanthropic rage hasn’t escaped my apartment. Life is normal-ish. All that changes when I’m called to help a dying fey....

I might be a werewolf. But I am a paramedic. It goes deeper than the adrenaline rush of the life or death calls. Every call no matter how minor, lets me end a shift with the knowledge that yes, I helped someone today. Except I cannot help anyone when people are shooting at me!

There’s a new fey in town. She’s the Knight of Joy and I want to harsh all over her good vibes in the worst way. Sure, Portland could use a bit more happiness, but Joy’s flavor is the all-consuming kind that renders folks content to hand their souls to the fey. Not on my turf....

Every moment is a struggle between the human and the beast. Wolf-me cares nothing for schedules, social niceties, or the importance of hiding. Territory is to be taken and protected. Pack is to be expanded....