Wolf Claimed

Michaela Mune'Dust hates werewolves. Harthen knows she'd give her left boot to be completely free of the mangy beasts from now on. It's just her luck that her job, the full moon, and that stupid little thing humans like to call biology are absolutely determined to force her into close personal contact with the last male she'd ever choose. But did he have to be one of them? She'd take anything, a sprite, an elf, even a fishy merman over that fury slobbery man-beast. Talk about un-luck-ee. Even worse the pinheaded lycan just can't seem to keep his muddy paws to himself! Okay, so maybe he's sort of cute when he gets all growly and gruff, but really is a little heart fluff worth a self-respecting witch's freedom? Her very sense of independence?

Those bull headed quadrupeds might think being WOLF CLAIMED puts Mick just were they want her, but they've got another thing coming. She's a S.A.M.O Agent for the Human National Security Agency, and she has no intention of giving that up. Mick has her hands full juggling pack politics, managing a violent uprising, and trying not to die, but why does the idea of a lifelong mating terrify her more than anything else? And when did compelling green eyes staring out of a furry muzzle become the most appealing sight she'd ever seen? With the trouble bubbling in the MagKaen civil war is becoming more and more certain. According to that bubble headed vampire, the good races have decided to reveal themselves to the humans, while the baddies have moved into a full out Oh-heck-no. There has to be some way that Mick can keep the peace, without giving up the very essence of her soul in the process. And well, if she ends up falling in love while she's at it that might not be such a cataclysmic event either.