I came to Camp Lightring for a peaceful summer job.
Instead, I got glitter explosions, werewolf dodgeball
and Jason Fenwick.
Shirtless, cocky, and absolutely infuriating.
He howls at the moon. I color code my clipboard.
We’re co-counselors for the wildest group of magical kids this side of the lake, and somehow, he thinks we’re a “team.”
I think he’s allergic to rules. And shirts. And personal space.
But the more chaos we survive from enchanted arts crafts to midnight wolf-walks — the harder it is to remember why I swore off monsters in the first place.
I came to forget my ex.
Instead Im falling for the messiest, most maddening werewolf in the woods.
Read on for camp hijinks, enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, glitter-related injuries, slow-burn kisses, and one snarly wolf who gives very good forehead touches. HEA guaranteed. Just don’t touch the glitter drawer.
