She wasn’t sure how long she’d been running. All she knew was she had to breathe, to get away from all the staring eyes.

Heather was tired of feeling like the freak. It was like she didn’t belong in the human world or the shifter world. She was volatile around humans and, as far as she knew, she was the only vegan werewolf.

Why couldn’t she just accept her fate and bond with David? Why did she have to push everything good away?

Being in her fur brought out her feral instincts and made ...