The Wolves of Crescent Springs
Claiming His Fated Mate (Wolves of Crescent Springs Book 1)
Harris
For months, I’ve been haunted by dreams of a small mountain town where a wolf with golden eyes waits for me in the dark. I can sense his fear. But most of all, his longing.
Each morning, I wake up exhausted, obsessed, and terrified I’m losing my mind.
Then I discover these dreams are proof that this wolf is my destiny. Sure, I’ve never been with a man before and have no clue what I’m doing. But I’m not dumb enough to think I can defy fate. That’s reserved strictly for alpha werewolves who have their heads firmly lodged where the sun doesn’t shine. Reed wants me to leave, but I’m not going anywhere. Not until my wolf admits he belongs to me.
Reed
Protecting Crescent Springs from the horrors that slither out of the darkness is a soul-crushing burden. My life has zero room for a mate. Definitely not a human one.
Harris is a liability. If I let him stay, he’ll be in danger. And if it comes down to it, I’ll choose him over everything else. I’d burn the world down for him. Which means that no matter how badly I want him, it can never happen.
There’s just one problem: I can’t make myself let him go.
Binding His Fated Mate (Wolves of Crescent Springs Book 2)
Hunter
Look, it’s not like I’m being unreasonable here. Daniel is a liar. He betrayed us. And his mistakes cost us our home, our relationship, even our humanity. We’re werewolves now because of him. The fact that I grew up loving him (or that I still can’t stop) doesn’t mean a damn thing. Lee can shove it. I’m never letting him back in.
Lee
Hunter is a lot less ready to forgive than I am. He won’t talk about the mate dreams we’re having (starring Daniel), or the fact that both of us are constantly pulled to our warlock the way a compass finds true north. I’ve been patient for… well, too long. But the moment I watch Daniel almost die, everything changes. Hunter can hate me all he wants. We’re protecting our mate. That’s final.
Daniel
When my initiation into the Crescent Springs pack starts triggering dangerous magical accidents, I’m suddenly forced to share a space the size of a postage stamp with the two men I’ve hurt most. It’s not exactly what I’d call fun times.
Especially since I’m desperate for Hunter and Lee to forgive me. And, if I’m being honest, to do a lot more than forgive, too. But they have every right to hate me. I did this to them. Which is why I’ve got a plan to fix what I’ve broken. The only itsy-bitsy downside? Pulling it off will probably cost me everything I have left.