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When I wake up in the morgue, I know it's time to move on... When people think of shifters, they always bring up the predators: wolves, bears, big cats. But prey shifters exist, too; the bunnies, the hedgehogs, and my old childhood nemesis, Roxy, who was an adorable raccoon and a huge headache. Then there's me. Honey Morgan, one in a long line of Virginia opossums-and who has a tendency to 'play dead' at the worst possible moments. For nearly my whole life, I've managed to live among humans who have no clue that I'm a supe. But when I get startled and drop only to wake up in the morgue, I have to admit my mother was right: us opossums need to be around other shifters, even if the local predators have me hissing. Or maybe that's just one. Max Lobo. To the outsiders who might pass through Moonburrow, he is the scowly sheriff. To the supe residents, he is the all-powerful Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack. To me? He's my mate.