Howling Death MC

When I smelled the enemy in our territory, my wolf nearly tore her apart. But instead of a vampire, I found a human female. Shaken, starving, and afraid. In need of protection. My protection. Once the vampire stink is washed off her, she smells divine. Her scent calls to me like nothing else ever has, driving my instincts to keep her safe.

I’m a witch with a business to run. The last thing I need is Orson, head of security for the Howling Death pack, arrogantly striding into my bar like he owns the place. This werewolf gets me hot and bothered, but not like that. It doesn’t matter how low his growl is, or how arresting his eyes are. He’s a prick and I just deal with him because his pack is in charge. But when a dragon shifter corners me into making a dangerous potion, the prickly wolf might be the only one who can help me save our small community.

I’m the wolf she hit with her car and nursed back to health. I’m also the gruff biker who saved her from her creepy boss. She has no idea man and beast are one and the same. We’re from different worlds, but fate’s thread ties us together. She thinks we’re just dating, but she’s meant for me. And as I get to know her, I can’t get enough. The more time we spend together, the more my wolf howls to claim her. Soon, I won’t be able to hold back the animal within me.