The night my BFF died in my arms, it shook me to the core. So when a challenging medical case gets dropped into my lap, I'm determined not to let it end with more blood on my hands.
I'm not good with death. Yeah, it's true I'm a doctor and a vet, but I'm damn good at my job, and death doesn't happen often when a life is in my hands. Whether I'm working my medical magic or letting my werewolf out so she can kick some a**, I can always count on myself to get the job done. I was totally willing to put my life on the line to fight for my BFF... now that we've saved her from the grim reaper, I was really hoping things would settle down for all of us.
But I guess it just doesn't work that way. Instead, I'm dealing with a tricky medical case that may be beyond my abilities, not to mention a baby situation that I totally never saw coming. And I'm not sure if it's just the stress of all that, but a weird tension is cropping up between me and the love of my life.
All I want is to find a way to protect all of those most important to me, but it seems there's a new test behind every door. Can't a girl catch a break?