Cat Scratch Fever
The roar of his motorcycle is comforting, even with the tension building in his body. Travis West has been riding for days. He’s just glad he knows a shifter friendly bar close by, ready for the harvest moon.
The moon makes the lust in shifters supercharged, and unless they have s*x, the rapacious appetite they experience is maddening. Travis has gone through a few harvest moons alone since he hit puberty and his s*x drive kicked in, and he prefers a night of s*x to feeling like he wants to rip his own skin off.
Pulling up outside the bar, it’s already busy, even though the moon has just come into the sky. The longer the moon is in the sky, the busier it’ll get, the more all shifters will feel the pull. Travis stores his stuff carefully, not that any shifter is interes
