They’re in for a goddamn rude awakening.
This town is mine.And I don’t fuck around with mine.
So yeah, I’m ready to show this pumped up agent the door—but thenshewalked in.
Agent Megan DiNapoli.
Short, curvy, no-nonsense, lethal in combat boots.
Hazel eyes flashing lightning like storm clouds.
Mouth like a blade, and tongue so sharp I swear it leaves a scar every time she lets another scathing reply slip.
I should steer clear, but I can’t.
I won’t.
See, I’ve been a Lone Wolf as far as I can remember, Don’t get me wrong.
I have family—well, a mom, and she’s great.
She even followed me to Arrythmia.
But my Wolf is nothing like typical Wolf Shifters, and well, I’m just not meant to follow the rules of a Pack.That’s why I’m here.
I never expected to feel this way about a person.Much less a stranger.
But this woman?Well, she’s no stranger.
Still, I didn’t expect her presence to hit me like lightning.
I wasn’t ready for it.
For her scent to make my heart thunder.
For her smile to sneak under my ribs.
And I sure as hell didn’t expect the Wolf inside me—the one I keep on a very short leash—to sit up and take notice.
It happens like that sometimes—or so I’ve been told.
Fated mates.destiny.
Whatever.
All I know is that something happened—something mysterious and fantastic just snapped into place—pop!
And it all happened the very second that I saw her.
Nope.This is not a crush.Not amaybe.Or asomeday.
Mine,my inner beast snarls.
Of course, this isn’t easy.This isn’t boy meets girl, girl falls for boy, and they live happily ever after.
Nope.Not for me.
Because Fate has a fucked up sense of humor.
