Protecting the Gray Wolf

I'm used to other wolves coming for me. They want their chance to try and take out the infamous Gray Wolf. And every single one of them fails-because lone wolves aren't like the others...we're stronger. Harder. Meaner. Immortal.

But it also means I'm alone. No pack. No alpha. Just the three of us-white, gray, and black. Two too many, if you ask me.

But with power-hungry mages gunning for us, I don't have the luxury of reflection. They're in New York City, and I. Will. Hunt. Them. Down.

Which is when I see her, and every cell in my body is on alert, filled with the kind of primal longing I never knew I was capable of. Luna West may be human, but there's some kind of thread connecting us. Call it destiny, fate...or voracious animal hunger.

I know she's bait. She's meant to tempt me, to make me weak. But even if I could resist her, I'm not sure I want to.

Because I've never denied my wolf anything...especially the chance to raise some serious hell.

And I'm not about to start now.