The icy werewolf is the only one who can help me.
But my fated mate? Not a chance.

I’m a witch with a business to run. The last thing I need is Orson, head of security for the Howling Death pack, arrogantly striding into my bar like he owns the place.

This werewolf gets me hot and bothered, but not like that. It doesn’t matter how low his growl is, or how arresting his eyes are. He’s a prick and I just deal with him because his pack is in charge.

But when a dragon shifter corner...
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The icy werewolf is the only one who can help me.
But my fated mate? Not a chance.

I’m a witch with a business to run. The last thing I need is Orson, head of security for the Howling Death pack, arrogantly striding into my bar like he owns the place.

This werewolf gets me hot and bothered, but not like that. It doesn’t matter how low his growl is, or how arresting his eyes are. He’s a prick and I just deal with him because his pack is in charge.

But when a dragon shifter corners me into making a dangerous potion, the prickly wolf might be the only one who can help me save our small community.

When our plan blows up in our faces, all hell breaks loose. Orson’s wolf was protective of me before, but now he’s running headfirst into a fight with a fire-breathing monster.

It’s pure insanity. No wolf would risk his life like that…

…unless it was for his fated mate.
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