As a fox shifter, I was meant to fulfill a great prophecy.
All I needed to do was find my mate and watch the magic unfold-or so it is written.
The powerful warlock must have had a good chuckle when he doled out that power-the Jagger foxes were meant to fail, me most of all.
Nothing has ever come easily for me-particularly not love. So why should finding my mate be any different?
It shouldn't be this hard, not when Jordan is already...