Run, little faerie. Run. I have all kinds of plans for what I'll do when I catch you. Brock Hume is a lone wolf, and right now he's hunting the most tempting prey he's ever encountered. He really can't help himself. Her scent reminds him of the heather blossoms of his homeland, and she has curves he can't wait to get his paws on. And she was running from him... A werewolf. Heather Knight has to be the worst...