Never run from a werewolf.
My life has taught me to expect the unexpected.
A serial-killer rampaging through the New York Pack? Sure. Why not? But a serial killer who smells like me? That’s a heck of a lot more than unexpected.
With the Alphas of All poking around and my own Alpha on a rampage to figure out who the murderer is, it becomes a race to see who finds the truth first.
I’ll find the killer. Or the Alphas will find me. Either way, it’s time to face the facts.
There’s a lot more to being “Wolfsbane” than suppressing my pack’s shifting. And I’m pretty sure it starts with my freakishly red hair.
Contains mature themes.

Never run from an Alpha.
As the only werewolf immune to the curse forcing my kind to shift every night, I’m a bit of a hot commodity . . . and not in a good way.
I went to New York thinking it would be the safest place to hide. Wrong decision.
The city is home to one of the largest packs in the world. Its leader? Tall, strong, sexy, and determined that I’m his.
When my scent starts driving unmated men insane, that giant, possessive beast who won’t leave me alone is the only one who can protect me.
One way or another, I’m totally screwed.
Contains mature themes.

Never run from your mate.
So there’s a name for what I am. Ruby Wolf. And apparently, the rules don’t really apply to us.
For one, we come in pairs. The other half of mine is a douche named Ezra, and he’s convinced that walking around naked is all it will take to talk me into choosing him. If we don’t mate, I’ll die. Period. End of story.
But I won’t betray Roman like that, so I’m dying slowly and painfully.
Until he goes and signs up for the trials that can make him like me. The trials no one has survived in more than a hundred years.
Things are pretty much a mess, but that’s not new. I’ve survived worse. And if I don’t, well, the last few months of happiness were worth everything and more.
Contains mature themes.