Survival Rule #25: Never piss off a coven of witches.
There’s nothing worse than a wedding on Valentine’s Day. Believe me, I know. And when you toss in a little tequila...well, let’s just say shit gets real, fast.
Maybe I’m not thinking clearly, or maybe I’m just tired of being something I’m not. Either way, the witch says she can help me, and I want what she has to offer: A spell to make me a real werewolf. It’s the only way I can have him.
For Mathis, I’ll do anything. Including eating cursed chocolates and howling at the moon. Problem is, the witch has ulterior motives, ones I never stopped to consider.
Too bad they’ll be the death of me.