Angol
I never would have seen him coming, not in a million years. Feral. Growling. Terrifying. Until my wolf claimed him as hers.
Shay
I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim as mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back.
But there's no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So what's a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if he's going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once in a lifetime bond. And if he can't turn back into a man . . . will I be alone forever, even with him at my side?
Dirge
I've been on the run for so many years, I don't remember how to be a man, not really. But Shay calls to that part of me, the part I hid away so long ago. She's everything a man could want. Gorgeous, intelligent, and funny, all wrapped into a stunning, shyly sweet package.
There's nothing under the moon I want more than to hold her in my arms. That's the problem, though; if I give into the urge, if I change back and take her as
mine . . . I sign her death warrant. The fates have foretold it, and the only way I can save her is to never go back, no matter how badly it hurts. To save her, I have to stay a wolf.
