Rory: Imagine my surprise when my missing ex-boyfriend's phone pings back to life in the one place I swore I'd never set foot in again: home. Home to the pack I left years ago, where I'd learned I'd never be enough. I'm probably mad for agreeing to go—after all, the pack gathering I've been invited to is definitely a trap—but even more crazily, I'm being sent with a man who hates my guts. The detective who threw me into a cell during a full moon, condemning me to an agony that I still have nightmares over. It doesn't help that he's hotter than hell. Thankfully, he's straight, otherwise the way he looks at me sometimes might put ideas in my head . . . If I were ever able to forgive him, of course.

Theodore: He's loud. He's infuriating. He thinks it's okay to insult me to my face. So why have I agreed to partner up with Rory Thorne to investigate missing shifters? And even worse, why have I agreed to pretend to be his boyfriend?! Being a telepath means I've always kept the world at arm's length. I don't have time for tiny wolves with chaotic energy and ridiculous hair and eyes that taunt me with their enigmatic color—an ocean-forest riddle that distracts me more than I care to admit. Can the two of us pull off our undercover mission? Possibly, if we don't kill each other first . . . Or, even worse, kiss.



Contains mature themes.