Zoe Greenwood is a kick-butt herbalist. She has no magic to her name and not a single fang in sight, but her teas, tinctures, and sunny competence keep Mystic Hollow’s magical community running like clockwork.
She might laugh easily but when it comes to her herbs, Zoe is not playing around. She takes her craft as seriously as a wolf guarding his den.
Alpha of the Mystic Hollow pack and Park Ranger, Rex goes by few, simple truths: protect the pack. Protect the woods. Keep chaos at bay. Easy enough. Unless Zoe is involved. Then the rules get messy, the forest feels smaller, and Rex’s growl doesn’t quite cover the way she gets under his skin.
When a strange sickness creeps through the woods, Rex and Zoe are forced to work together. The problem? Every time they are together, his growl gets softer and her urge to give into an oddly strong temptation grows harder.
Rex thought wrangling the pack and guarding the forest was hard. Turns out, not falling for one tiny human woman with zero magic is harder.
