His Forbidden Luna

Our pack of shifters, we all suffer from a strange, burning hunger.

If we don't find our true mate by the age of eighteen, we're plunged into an endless heat cycle.

Last month, I turned eighteen.

But tragically, I searched every corner of our pack and couldn't find my mate.

Almost every night, I could catch the potent scent of my cousin, Diana, and her mate, Zephyr, making love.

It was pure torment!

Slowly, I began to fantasize about Zephyr's touch, his kisses, even the thrill of his fangs sinking into my skin.