An ancient war, a tenuous truce, a delicate balance.

Sounds ominous right?

It is.

The tri-pack collective has existed for centuries—three dire wolf packs bound to the most powerful coven in the world through a single witch born under the thirteenth sign of the zodiac.

Through this covenant they keep an ancient threat unlike any other at bay.

At the next blood moon, I’ll be that witch—bound to the three leaders of the dire wolf packs. Responsible for keeping the peace.

That is If I make it to the blood moon alive, because someone is trying to kill me.

Now the hot-headed wolves are going to have to work together to make sure our inventive little murderer doesn’t succeed.

And me?

Well, I don’t take kindly to being targeted, so whoever’s gunning for me better watch out, because they just became the hunted.


Grocery shopping with Leif was an experience in being ogled. Females and males alike couldn’t keep their eyes off him. Then they’d look at me and back at him, probably wondering what the fuck an Adonis was doing with a plain Jane.

We were both dressed casually—him in sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a zippered hoody, and me in leggings, low-heeled ankle boots, and an oversized knitted sweater—but whereas he looked like he’d stepped off a fashion magazine cover, I looked like I’d crawled out of a hedge. Backward.

Sloane had neglected to pack a hairbrush, and my hair was matted in typical bedhead fashion. The trials and tribulations of having fine hair, but lots of it.

I added a hairbrush to the cart Leif was pushing.

“I can get the tangles out for you when we get back.” He leaned in with a cheeky smile. “I might even tell you the secret to tangle-free hair.”

I pressed a hand to my chest. “Ooo, the excitement.”

He chuckled, low and sexy.

No. Not sexy. He was not sexy.

“Oh god, he’s so sexy,” a woman blurted as we strolled past.

Leif smiled at her. “Thank you.”

Her face went red, and her female companion let out a squeal.

We turned onto the fruit and vegetable aisle. “What is this? High school?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Leif said. “I think it’s the hair that does it.”

“I have a solution for that.”

“You do?”

I smirked at him. “Beanie hat. It’ll work like a charm.”

“Tried it,” he said. “Hats just bring out my cheekbones.”

I stopped and stared at him.

“What?” His lips twitched as he struggled to suppress a smile.

“I’ve just realized you’re arrogant.”

“I am not.” He continued to push the cart, adding zucchini, peppers, and onions to our haul. “I’m accepting of my assets.” He looked back at me and raked me over. “Just as you should be.”

“What do you mean?”

“That knitted monstrosity does nothing for your figure.”

I plucked at the sweater. “Thing is Leif…” I leaned in and whispered, “I don’t care.”

He chuckled again and reached to ruffle my hair. “Yeah, you don’t.”

Whoa, had he just… No… Wait. This was good, because with that one action, he’d propelled us into the friend zone.

And friend zone I could handle.

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