Ride the Wicked Woodsman — Christa Wick

Onyx Parry is a city wolf. She's not supposed to be in my woods, the scent of her heat sending my pack's unmated males into a lust rage.



Running for her life, she lands on my doorstep, one word falling from her flushed red lips.



Sanctuary...



Somehow, we make it through the night, my appetite for her lush body unabated and growing. But the trouble she brought with her is just beginning.



The morning sun rises on the males of my pack outside my door, the angry revving of their motorcycles serving as howls of protest over the prize denied.



The period of sanctuary is over.



But I'm not just pack alpha. I'm president of the Wicked Woodsmen MC and, among the shifters of Night Falls, my word is law.



One roar and the entire valley knows...



The she-wolf is mine.