BBRabbit

Life’s weird when you’re an Animalis. Sure, you’ve got the superhuman strength and the cute ears that people can’t resist—but all it really means is that restocking beer and tobacco shelves during the graveyard shift is slightly less painful. I’m Sasha, just a twenty-one-year-old guy trying to get through another night at the convenience store without passing out or dealing with too much drama.

But then she walked in—a tall, intimidating customer who managed to look like she stepped out of a magazine while ordering eight packs of tobacco. One awkward encounter later, and I’m bleeding, dizzy, and questioning every life choice I’ve ever made.

In a world where having animal features is the new normal, I’m still trying to figure out where I fit in. Spoiler: it’s probably not face-first on the floor.

Table of Graveyard Shift; Love, Blood, Tobacco, and Other Nightly Occurrences

Table of contents

Volume 1