"The were-eagles and our kind have been at war since the beginning of time. Well, it’s more like fifty years since we’d decided to move into town, but it feels like an eternity already. And they’re not were-eagles, just like we’re not werewolves. They’re more like crows, and we look more like dogs. Mutts, they call us.
Times are changing and we do what we can to adapt in order to fit in. When you’re like us, social acceptance really is a problem. But we still have claws and fangs, and they have beaks and talons that can rip their enemy to shreds in seconds. Maybe it’s in our genes. Whenever we meet, it’s a miracle it doesn’t end in a bloodbath. It’s a good thing we rarely die, or there would be dead mutts all over the streets. Dead crows too. We’re a good match."
In a city where two shifter clans reside, the Mayor is struggling to maintain peace while keeping the population safe. Through a series of short stories, we discover what happens when intruders appear, humans get turned, the Mayor's reputation is at stake, an invasion is planned, and not everything is what it seems.
I've enjoyed Ioana's books before so I was delighted to get the chance to read Where Shifters Meet for Drinks. The Blue Moon Cafe is the setting through-out the book. It's full of several short stories all set in the same place, with the same town characters revolving through-out the stories.
The two clans, werewolf and eagle, don't get along and the mayor wants to protect his town. Every time any of the two clans meet, chaos reigns. The mayor has brought in some other supernatural creatures to help diffuse the rivalry, vampire to name one.
The characters are well developed and Visan's keen writing brings them to life. From the more dramatic, suspense-filled story to one of irony and humor, I was kept thoroughly entertained and clamoring for more. If you enjoy excellent writing with memorable characters and unique plot points, pick up Where Shifters Meet. It's fantastic!
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for my own opinion.
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