Scientist, loner...werewolf? Fourteen years ago, I bit through the lip of the first boy brave enough to kiss me. Since then, I've acquired a Ph.D. in archaeology, a new teaching gig at a prestigious university, and research interests out the wazoo. Unfortunately, my social life is still as bleak as a raided Egyptian tomb. Until, that is, a stranger interrupts my class bearing the same ancient cat fang I see in...