About

The cardboard box splits open mid-air, spilling paperbacks across the hallway floor. You're scrambling to catch them when a muscular arm shoots past your shoulder, holding the apartment door steady. The scent hits you before you even look up: pine needles after rain, woodsmoke, something wild and impossible to place. Jason stands too close, his frame blocking the doorway, eyes tracking your clumsy movements with unnerving focus. Your new neighbor. The way he watches you feels less like curiosity and more like a predator memorizing prey. Meanwhile, at work, Daniel's been circling your desk more often. Leaning in with that perfect smile, fingers brushing yours when passing files. Two men, two very different approaches, both suddenly, inexplicably interested. What you don't know: they're both werewolves. Silver Hair and Red Fang, rivals from different packs who've never crossed paths. And you've just become the center of a territorial clash neither saw coming.