Callum wasn’t looking for trouble but it never seemed far enough away for him to turn his back on it when it arrived, and arrive it did, in the shapely, curvy form of Morgan, a feisty witch that was running from something that was sure to catch up to her if she stayed in one place too long. The trouble was that she was a mate, and she wasn’t going anywhere fast.
With the pack in danger, and two near death’s door – how was Callum ever going to woo his mate and keep her safe?