"On April 17th, 1989, there was a riot at West Shriver High School. You probably remember it from the news if your thirties is something you have to look at in your rear view mirror. Media coverage of the riot went nationwide, overshadowing the Savings and Loan Crisis and the Exxon Valdez oil spill for a couple days-- I guess it was a slow news week-- but this story isn’t about the riot. Not entirely. It’s about what happened after. It’s about me and Wolfgirl."
No Monsters. No gore. Just a touching short story about two high school freaks, and the afternoon that brought them together. Written by the indie bestselling author of the Oldest Living Vampire Saga.
