Page 9 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

My Beast grunts in agreement.

The road had been fun.

For about six months.

Then the buses, airports, hotel rooms, interviews, and fans started feeling less like freedom and more like another cage.

Winning American Voice had changed my life overnight.

One week I was playing Friday nights at Bar None—Barvale’s most popular nightspot owned by Wade Kettle, a fellow Barvale Clan Bear Shifter.

The next week, I was opening for stadium acts.

It had been everything I'd dreamed about.

Until it wasn't.

Turns out all I ever really wanted was to write songs.

Play music for a small crowd, then come home.

And Barvale? This tiny South Jersey town has always been my home.

The Clan.

The woods.

The lake.

The people.

Well...

Most of the people.

I push open the door to the local market, carrying a bag of dog food for my sister's mutt when I hear the familiar voices.

“Oh my God, Graham, is that you?”

Don't.

I turn anyway.

Cindy Beaumont.

Stephanie Collins.

Sharon McGraw.

Three Bear Sows who've been making my life miserable since second grade.

Back then it had been...

Carrot Top.

Freckles.

Rusty.