The Wolf King was wrong. Im not a feral. I’m his mate.

Id walk away from him and never look back, but the murders on my campus still need solving, and Im striking out on my own.

So we agree a deal. Ill help him get rid of an unwanted guest, and hell play bait to lure out whoever has been killing all the men in my life.

I would never have agreed to this arrangement if I’d known we’d be sharing a bed.

I’ve always been on my own, through foster care and then after. As I learn more about what it means...

The Wolf King was wrong. Im not a feral. I’m his mate.

Id walk away from him and never look back, but the murders on my campus still need solving, and Im striking out on my own.

So we agree a deal. Ill help him get rid of an unwanted guest, and hell play bait to lure out whoever has been killing all the men in my life.

I would never have agreed to this arrangement if I’d known we’d be sharing a bed.

I’ve always been on my own, through foster care and then after. As I learn more about what it means to have a pack, I struggle to remember why I need to leave. For the first time, I feel like I belong.

Then, my world changes all over again. I thought I knew who I was. I was wrong. All this time, I was wrong.