Physical Description:

In human form, long black hair, Caucasian, average build. In werewolf form she has an ebony coat with dark black hair to her mid back.

Biographical Data:

Logan Ellison is a private detective with a small but active practice in Baltimore. Living alone in a corner apartment she is given a break on her rent for help rendered to the building owner. She dates a police officer named Detective Patrick Dunn, and is friends with a young nurse named Abigail 'Abby' Reed.

Known for getting the job done Logan is well respected among the few that make use of her services. She is licensed to carry a gun and is never without her phone or some camera she can use to take photos.

Personal Statement:

"My name is Logan Ellison. I'm a private detective with a small practice in the city. I was on a case when it all went south. In the middle of a stakeout I saw something I never would've believed. I expected it would just be another trophy wife having an affair and all I'd have to do would be to bring the pictures back to her husband. About halfway through taking my pictures, the guy suddenly transformed into a f@$king werewolf.

Normally I'm unflappable. I've seen my share of bad things. For whatever reason the sudden appearance of a werewolf made me metaphorically shit my pants. I froze. It was only after my phone went off that I realized I still had my gun. It was in my pocket since I didn't think I'd need it on an observation job. The fog made my hands slippery, made me look like a damn rookie.

No sooner had I gotten it out then the werewolf jumped through the glass across the city street onto the twenty fourth floor fire escape I was sitting on. I admit it. I screamed like a girl and dropped my revolver just in time to watch it fall. He clung to the outside of the railing looking at me like I was a meal. Worse yet, I was a witness to what he was. I scrambled to my feet and scurried up the stairs to the roof faster than I've ever moved in my life.

I heard something clatter that I would later find out was my phone, and I got to the door to the stairwell just in time to slam it closed and lock it. Not waiting to see if it would hold, I dashed to the elevator and left as fast as I could. It was only after I got to my car that I felt the sting on my arm and the wet slick stain of blood. Teeth marks trailed down my left arm like a tattoo. I cursed.

I don't know how it happened, I didn't even feel it. Now I've got three problems. I have nothing to show my client, a werewolf is after me, and I've got a big bite on my arm. Well, shit."

Inspired by The Lycanthrope Club, here's the first new character of my upcoming werewolf story series, Blue Moon.

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