Nicholas Ferguson seems to be a normal 24-year-old man. He works in a café at St. James shopping centre (at John Lewis, to be more precise) in Edinburgh, wears a ring in his nose and has his nails painted black. But if his employers studied his roster properly and compared them with the lunar calendar, they’d be very surprised.

Yes, those kind people had employed a werewolf.

Colin, as he likes to be called, is not happy about his situation, of course. He lives his lonely life in constant fear of revelation, although his passionate heart is full of hope and desire to make the world accept beings like him. He just doesn’t know how, yet.

Until he learns about a mysterious pub near the Royal Infirmary…

(written between October 2006 and August 2009)


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