Some days, an elf can't get a break. I'm overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated, and up to my lavender eyeballs in missing and murdered shifters. To make matters worse, I've acquired a dog. Sort of. He's not actually a dog. I don't know his name or anything about him other than the fact that he's mostly hairless and is blind in one eye--and he's a witness to one of the unsolved shifter murders that's keeping me up at night. We found him...