Shay Murray is completely bored with life. For some odd reason, despite his shitty attitude, he has plenty of so called friends and with a face like his, getting laid is no hardship. Women tend to give him anything he wants just to get with him so he never went without. But now he was just fuckin' out of his mind with boredom. Then while out on another monotonous date, he spots a guy sitting on a park bench...with dog ears and a tail that only he can apparently see. There he goes down the rabbit hole... Half Werewolf, half Golden Retriever shifter, Channing Ulrich, is used to getting taken advantaged of. Despite his intimidating size, once people see his fun loving and wanting to please personality, others don't hesitate to exploit it. Especially his new pack where his Werewolf father is one of the Betas. Soft hearted Channing has always dreamed of his special someone, that person destined to be his mate like in the stories his mother would tell him when he but a little pup. Then he meets prickly Shay and he's no longer lonely. Shay's been around the block, even tried out a guy once, but Channings happy go lucky personality gets on his nerves. Plus he wasn't digging the whole mated to a half werewolf mumbo-jumbo thing but the big guy is persistent. No matter how hard he pushes Channing away, he always comes back like a puppy. Little by little, with the constant onslaught of Channing's mix vulnerability and seduction, Shays walls begins to crumble. But someone wants Shay out the way, bad enough to kill him. And no matter how much his Pack disapproves of his mating, Channing will stand by his mate. He'll protect Shay even if he has to become the monster lurking inside him to do it.

Skylar has a terrible past. Like everyone else right? But it's not the usual sob story. Ever since.. his life has been hell. Everyone knows he's gay. Everyone knows what happened in the woods. Everyone but the new boy... But Skylar's ex-boyfriend won't allow him to move on...

“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.