A festive sapphic urban fantasy

One cold winters' eve a bookish witch is closing her apothecary, when a dashing lycanthrope pack leader knocks on the door, looking to speak to her. But as the moon rises, their meeting takes a turn that requires her magical expertise.

Franklyn (They/She) has been writing on and off since their teens, largely inspired by the sci-fi & horror movies that wormed into their brain when they left the tv on at night. They enjoy writing about transhumanism, the struggle for bodily autonomy and finding love. They're based in the south of England and run a two person book club with their partner, reading brick sized sci-fi novels and comparing notes.