My foster wolf just shifted into the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
I came to this small mountain town to heal and opened an animal shelter. When I got word of a dogfighting ring on the edge of town, I had to put a stop to it. Everyone told me it was dangerous. That I didn't know what I was messing with. Once my staff and I brought those dogs to safety, we realized they were wolves. It didn't matter-we'd make sure they were warm, clean, fed, and loved until they were healthy enough to be released into the wild. One of them won't leave my side. I call him my Velcro wolf. I brought him home as a foster. On the night of the full moon, everyone in the shelter is acting up, including my foster wolf. So I take him outside, hoping it calms him. But it doesn't. He starts whining, crying, and howling, like he's trying to tell me something. I stroke his fur, but it's no use. Bones snap, and skin bursts through his fur. I laughed off all the local werewolf legends, but now, there's a gorgeous, naked man standing in front of me. "I won't hurt you," he says. "But those wolves who captured my pack and made us fight want to make you pay. And I won't let them lay a paw on you."