by Amelia Wilson (Author)
I never expected a night of drinking to end in blood and werewolves.
I never expected any of it, not being pimped out by a deranged alpha to repopulate their pack or to be seeking help from an overly serious, overtly sexy scarred stranger who just so happens to be a werewolf himself.
I don't have a choice but to trust him, but trusting him shouldn't involve being so drawn to him. Why can't I stop? He said he had been alive for over seventy years, and that was just in passing, so how can I trust that he isn't using me for his own nefarious schemes that I haven't found yet?
Why would he help a random human that he stumbled upon anyways?
He's a lone werewolf who stumbled upon his True Mate in a cage, she's a flighty junior in college who was only ever interested in sparkly fantasy. Are you ready to run with them through forests, lust, and intrigue? Are they ready to face each other and that war-fractured pack chasing them for her fertility?