Delivered to My Fury

When my best friends first saw me, they almost killed me. One of them was a bear, the other a wolf, and I was a big, green monster in their eyes.

Instead, we bonded over a campfire and they shared their dinner. I had been kicked out of my horde for their new rules over forced matings. My new friends were rogues —shifters who had left their clan and pack over a split in leadership. We decided that night to travel together. Protect each other.

We three rogues formed our own pack —our own fury.

The only thing missing was a mate.

Finding a female who would want to mate with a group of rebels proved impossible.

Which was why we turned to the Mail-Order Matings app.