Clashing With The Grumpy Wolf (Monsters of Saltford Bay #3)

Adrian

I slump into my office chair, wrapping my fingers around the steaming mug like it's a lifeline. The black coffee burns my tongue, but I welcome the pain. Anything to kick-start my foggy brain.

Another night, another exercise in staring at the ceiling.

Sleep and I have never been on friendly terms. Even before I took over from my father as sheriff of Saltford Bay, rest came in fitful bursts. But these days? Two, maybe three hours if I'm lucky. My body runs hot, restless, like an engine that can't idle properly.