.Howl.

""You should know that I'm not a damsel in distress." Aubrey glared at her captors with pure content, measuring them up. "I'm not a weak flower that will bend to your will. I've fought hard to be here."

The man snorted, shaking his head as he gripped the rope wrapped around her wrists. With a harsh tug he yanked her foreward and was inches from her face, his hot sticky breath sticking to every pore of skin. "Even the most beautiful roses can be crushed with a well placed step."

Aubrey helped his glare hoping he couldn't see her body shaking. They would come. She knew they would. The question was: would she survive until they made it?"



Aubrey Beckings moved back to Morganton, Washington for a change after the death of her husband, in hopes if a fresh start with the dance studio her an her sister are opening. With the shocking discovery of shifters, she discovers things aren't quite as they seem, especially because the wolf she's told is her mate isn't, and it's actually the massive asshole that seems far from interested. Things only get more chaotic when lies unfold, a rival pack of wolves is out for blood, and the repressed memories of her father start to resurface.