Publisher's Synopsis
The mortal human being's hope faded into the moonlight above. The man in the moon no longer appeared. The simple facial feature of woman tempted his desires. Pouring cups of wine and spilling the sweet nectar of change into Jonathon's mouth, it glowed and shared the glow of the devil. Who would join the festivities and the sweet moisture of a rippling wine induced a mystical spell that would last centuries into the future. The illusion of living a mortal life over took his conscience and he began to drift and dream, the mortal thoughts of love faded. A mythical creature resembling a wolf kissed his lips and caressed his body. The crimson red lips began sucking the life out of his soul. The elongated shining pearl length fingernails transformed into the ravenous claws of a wolf. She stepped back moved her head from side to side. Gazed into Jonathon's eyes, raking the edges of his face, never did he realize the flow of moist warm blood dripping into her throat. Eva reared back and smiled, like a dog licked his blood and tasted the wine of his soul. Sensual fangs nibbled the lips of the soon to be prince of werewolves, the lavishing stroke of her tongue inhaled his breath, suckling the wind from deep within his throat. Biting his flesh, ripping open the muscles of his chest, she poured a potion over the blood soaked flesh to stop the pain of the changeling.
