My life was good. I had a loving family, a thousand acres to roam, and plenty of deer to hunt. What more could a werewolf ask for?
Then my younger brother and twenty three other members of our pack were struck ill by a mysterious wasting sickness. My best friend Casey and I were sent on a recon mission to find out what the local clan of Celts knew about it. Turned out, they knew a hell of a lot more than we bargained for.
Now we’re stuck in the seventeenth century Scottish Highlands, struggling to find some way home. Oh yeah, and there’s a war going on. Everyone’s trying to kill each other. And us.
The good: men in kilts.
The bad: no bazooka to use against the men in kilts.
I guess claws will have to do.