I’ve already had my poor wolf heart broken by one selfish, trinket-hungry avian shifter, and I am never going through that again.
Hell, I moved all the way out to the shifter town of Bee Cave, Texas to start over, so…yeah. That adorably twitchy raven shifter at the local coffee shop had better get it through his pretty skull that he’s not gonna get one over me.
Even if he is so sparkly and gorgeous, I can barely help myself.
