But he's still having nightmares. Dreams. Visions. His world turns upside down when he meets a handsome homicide detective with Indianapolis Metropolitan Police who says the visions aren't PTSD--they're premonitions.
Elliott Blake is certain he's right about Martin's visions--he's not just a detective, he's also a werewolf with preternatural senses, and PTSD symptoms have a different scent than premonitions. And his case has way too many things in common with Martin's visions to be a coincidence.
The problem is, whoever killed Ainsley Shaw has killed again, and Elliott's no closer to catching the killer. If he could just get Martin to trust him, they could work the case together--and maybe figure out what to do with the attraction between them.
Unfortunately, the killer has other plans...