I was trying to do perfectly normal, post-break-up healing activities. Like, use a crystal I bought on the internet. One that promised to turn someone into a slug.
After a small snafu—aka a ceremonial ritual using the crystal, candles, a chant, and pictures of my ex—my ex... transformed into a snail. Which is basically like a slug with a shell. Afterwards, I realized I probably needed to fix what I did, so that I don’t end up in jail.
That’s how I end up on a road trip. Then a plane trip. Then another road trip. All with a group of sexy men trying to help me convert a rare blue-crystal shelled snail back into a kind of douchey man.
And how I realize sometimes getting over someone means falling in love with someone else. Or four someone else’s. Same thing.
Aspen’s life feels almost perfect. Six months ago, fate defied the laws of the packlands when she bonded with four wolves: Taurian, Hale, Jharek, and Cross. No rituals. No scent-matching. Just a connection that sparked in the woods and bound them into the Whitlock Pack. Their days are filled with laughter, desire, and the warmth of a hearthbond that was never supposed to exist.
But perfection is fragile.
When carved bodies appear on Ebonridge’s borders, envy twists into suspicion. The council whispers, wolves call Aspen’s bond unnatural, and the Whitlocks find themselves marked as prey. Their unity threatens everything the packlands believe about love, loyalty, and power.
The Whitlocks thought they’d found forever.
But forever is exactly what someone wants to take from them.
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