I used to believe werewolves were no more than scary stories to be told around a campfire. Then, one of them ripped off my clothes, marked me with his teeth, and claimed me like a wild beast. I didn't just come for him. I came until I blacked out, screaming my surrender into the dark Las Vegas night, and when I woke up sore and spent, I knew for certain what I'd only feared before. Kane Lockhart is a monster. And I'm his mate. Intended for mature listeners.