I never would have seen him coming, not in a million years. Feral. Growling. Terrifying. Until my wolf claimed him as hers.

Shay

Im a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels Id happily claim as mine. Survivor of abuse, Ill claim because its true, and Im 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 theres no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So whats a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if hes 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 cant turn back into a man . . . will I be alone forever, even with him at my side?

Dirge

Ive been on the run for so many years, I dont remember how to be a man, not really. But Shay calls to that part of me, the part I hid away so long ago. Shes everything a man could want. Gorgeous, intelligent, and funny, all wrapped into a stunning, shyly sweet package.

Theres nothing under the moon I want more than to hold her in my arms. Thats 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.