It All Started with a Bite

Dear Diary,
Today I became a werewolf. It wasn’t exactly on my to-do list, but neither was finding a strange man on my doorstep who bit me while he was high on werewolf nip.
Now I’m working for a supernatural financial firm run by the hottest alpha in town (who happens to be my mate), trying to track down a cursed artifact, and dealing with office politics that involve actual monsters.
Did I mention I can hear my dog talk? Honestly, I preferred it a lot more when he couldn’t give me unsolicited advice about my questionable life choices.
I’m really starting to miss the days when my biggest problem was acid reflux.