The hunter has his eyes on me.
The hunger in them is exciting... and terrifying.
Being
stuck with shapeshifters in an apocalyptic world isn't too bad.
Especially when they look like Shaw, a werewolf shifter with an air of
command, and a well respected member of his people.
Others listen to him. He hunts, always going into danger. He barely has time for anyone... but he has found time for me.
It
wasn't supposed to happen. He thought to introduce me to his friend,
but chemistry doesn't really care about doing the right thing.
I wanted him, he wanted me. Simple, right?
He doesn't want a relationship. I'm just out of one. What could possibly go wrong?
