His Big Bad Wolf

After putting up with yet another tepid attempt at seduction by one of his dates, Red realizes what he's been missing. Shouldn't there have been teeth in his neck and claws digging into his hips, maybe some growled promises about all the bruises he'd have later? Humans, he realizes, are terribly boring. Red decides he should probably date a little closer to home and as he was essentially raised by a pack of werewolves, dating closer to home means trying to find a wolf who's interested in his skinny human ass.

The only problem is that Red is not really a wolf's typical type. The sort of humans you see hanging off the arm of a werewolf are usually either devastatingly handsome or nauseatingly wealthy. Still, you can't blame a guy for trying. And failing. He starts out with good intentions: go to the local werewolf club, try and meet some guys, maybe get a few numbers. He ends up sitting on a bar stool all night making pathetic googoo eyes at the werewolf bartender (who is painfully sexy and way out of his league). Of course Red would fall for the only Alpha in the place, leaving him to try and convince the handsome man he's not a werewolf obsessed sex pervert but a rational human being who just wants a chance at love. Easier said than done when you're the sort of person who can't open your mouth without putting your foot into it.