All I wanted was the minibar. Instead, I got a mate and a magical meltdown.
I only planned to visit my estranged, slightly off-her-rockers grandmother at her inn and maybe find a little closure.
Instead, I get blown up, turned into a werewolf (excuse me, shifter), and found out I’m at the center of a prophecy that might doom the supernatural world. No pressure.
Oh, and I apparently have a mate. Cade Westin, the dangerously hot alpha with a death stare and a talent for destruction.
He says he’s bound to protect me, but I’m not sure even he can stop what’s coming.
Between my ferret sidekick with chaotic energy, my grandmother’s questionable “life advice,” and supernatural threats lurking at every turn, my emotional support chocolate ran out hours ago.
Survive the prophecy. Resist the mate bond. Avoid death-by-destiny. Easy enough. Right?
