Thirteen in a Billion

Every nineteen years, there is a thirteenth full moon in the yearly cycle. The last time Miles McConnel was around for that, he was barely a person only having been a few months old at the time. Not only that, he didn't have penny to his still unknown name. The name McConnel is now on top of every bottle of 'Insta' Alpha'. Tired of those pesky, no-good werewolves getting into your trash? Do you wish you could walk your dog in peace without some strange, dangerous howling human threatening your surroundings? Or would you just like a little more dominance to your demeanor? Then you're in luck!

Miles knows their slogan word from word. He could recite it in his sleep. Except, if he could, Miles would forget it and leave behind all the money and success his family created for a normal, quiet life. He finds the work of his parents, to put it simply, disgusting. There's no way werewolves, alphas to be exact, are so dangerous that there's even a spray to repel them, right? Werewolves are just humans with extra steps. Except, on the thirteenth full moon, it turns out due to having two in one month the spray is ineffective. When Miles finds himself waking up next to an repulsed, almost ill looking man the morning after, he may just find out how right his parents were.