Following a trail of blood into the woods isn't the smartest thing I've ever done, but when I find an injured wolf, I can't bring myself to leave him behind.
That decision might end up being my last because when a pack of wolves tries to attack us, it looks like we won't make it out alive. The next day when I wake up in my bed, it all feels like a dream… except for the bite mark on my arm and the fever.
When a mysterious guy with searing blue eyes comes into my bar, hovering around me all night, I'm more than a little creeped out. He's hot as sin, but also super possessive with legit stalker vibes. I'm convinced my instincts are right when I black out and then wake up in his arms, limp, feverish and dying.
But it turns out I'm not dying, just a newly turned werewolf. And the guy from the bar? Well he thinks I'm his reincarnated soul mate, but if that's true I'm screwed, because according to him that only leaves me with one choice: to drop dead on my twentieth birthday.
