His mate is in danger from an unknown adversary, and Chay will do anything to protect him, because now that he's found Keaton, he's never letting him go. And as Chay sets his mind to convincing Keaton that their relationship goes beyond sexuality, it becomes brutally clear that the gunshot to Keaton's the head wasn't some human poacher mistaking the werewolf as a true wolf.
Two men from two different worlds, destined mates, drawn to each other despite their differences. He may be a werewolf, but he has no intention of howling at that particular moon ever again. And after a bad breakup with his last boyfriend, Keaton is determined to stay far, far away from straight men intent on experimenting with the gay wolf.
Now he's apparently found his mate, which is all well and good until he realizes that his mate isn't gay. Keaton Reynolds, PhD, hasn't been in town a month yet, but the young-looking professor of history is shot in the head during a run in his wolf form and wakes up in a strange truck with a strange man, the scent of arousal heavy on the air. But he can't deny he's drawn to the smaller wolf, and even more so to the slight, youthful man, and then there's that lifelong yearning for all the feelings and reactions he's finally experiencing.Īh, well, it is the will of the Gods, after all. Chay's not entirely sure he's thrilled, either, as he's not gay. Though he's pretty sure his mother's not going to be thrilled. Much to his shock, the wolf making his self control disappear with arousal-laden alacrity is not only white, but also male, and Chay's no longer certain of anything, let alone what to think. When the small white wolf is brought into his clinic, unconscious with a bullet wound to the head, Chay's physical reactions to its scent have him certain that his search for a mate is finally over. In retrospect, he probably should have kept those desired attributes to himself, however, as even the idea of a white mate is enough to rile and upset his rigid and prejudiced Native American mother.
Since then dreams of hair like the sun and eyes like the sky have haunted him.
Veterinarian Chay Winston has yearned for his wolf mate since he was four years old.
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