Biology is destiny. For those born feet-first, life is normal. The world is a comfortable place, and every full moon night, you lock yourself in a secure room to fur up in peace. But for those born head-first, the damage done is more than just physical. For a non, locked in his or her human skin, is first and foremost a conscript, drafted at eighteen into DORLA, the Department for the Ongoing Regulation of Lycanthropic Activity. For a DORLA agent, a 'bareback', full moon means patrolling the silent night in search of citizens breaking the curfew. The rest of the month is spent mopping up the after-effects of the trespasses, the fights and the maulings. DORLA has lasted centuries and is no less hated now than it was when the Inquisition first set it up. Lola Galley, twenty-eight and already a scarred veteran, is assigned to defend a curfew-breaker who mutilated a good friend of hers. She doesn't want the case, but she's used to doing things she doesn't want. Only something happens: her maimed friend is murdered before her client can be tried. Lola wants justice. She'll settle for the truth. But in a divided world, asking for the truth may bring answers that you don't want to hear.
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