"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. Shapeshifter stories for non-shapeshifter fans