April L. Moon

The quiet little healer? She can't be my mate. My wolf was desperate—we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation. But when I wake up, she's there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral, trying to get to her, stake his claim on her.

Großes Rudeltreffen. Drei kleine Worte–eine einzige Anordnung, die mein Leben zerstört hat. Ich bin Ärztin und Forscherin. Mein Rudel ist klein, irgendwo im ruhigen Mitteltexas. Ein einfaches Leben–und genau so mag ich es. Nur ich und meine zwei besten Freundinnen, mitten in unserem...

Houston, das war nicht Teil des Plans. Nicht einmal ein winziges bisschen. Er ist nicht mein Schicksalsgefährte, und trotzdem bin ich hier und schwanger. Leigh Es sollte eigentlich nicht möglich sein, aber ich denke, wenn deine BFF eine Art Einhornwolf mit besonderen Kräften ist, werden die...

Ich hätte ihn niemals kommen sehen, nicht in einer Million Jahren. Verwildert. Knurrend. Furchterregend. Bis meine Wölfin ihn für sich beanspruchte.

I'm a doctor and a researcher. My pack is small, in a quiet part of central Texas. It's a simple existence, and I like it that way. It's just me and my two besties, living our best single lives. That is until the mandate comes.

It's not supposed to be possible, but I guess when your BFF is some sort of unicorn wolf with special powers, things tend to get a bit wonky. But that's not really the point. The point is I'm super duper for sure pregnant, and he's pissed off, growly, and grumpy as hell.

I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim are mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove.

I've been alone for over three hundred years. The darkness is around every corner, trying to swallow me whole as I watch my packmates one by one find their true loves, while I stand permanently on the sidelines.

My angel ex fell first and now we’re both falling apart. Bring snacks.