The band took the gig because the money was too good to pass up. The last thing I expected was a rinky-dink hole in the wall…full of wolves.
No problem. I’m a capable witch. I can handle a den of werewolves.
Only these aren’t werewolves, they’re wolf shifters. How was I supposed to know there was a difference? And to make matters worse, for some reason, I keep antagonizing their Alpha, Rannulf. I can’t seem to help myself. He’s just so arrogant, so male, so ALPHA!
What exactly does this little witch think she’s doing? Does she not realize flaunting that lush little behind was going to get her mounted? Does she not know I am not a wolf to be toyed with? What she needs is a man to take her in hand. She needs to be marked. She needs to be mine.
One thing Kamra will learn this night- never run from a wolf.
