Now available on Amazon for a limited time! A sample is here. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00RESI8Y6 I was supposed to die when I was five but when my parents gave me the chance to run, I took it. I didn't understand much at the time except that I needed to get as far away from my old pack as possible, so I did. After living in the wild on his own for twelve years, surviving on whatever he could manage to catch or scavenge, Tanner finds himself in a situation with a new pack of werewolves...one that he can't run away from this time. Cole is a professor at the local university and alpha of the Moon pack. He takes his position very seriously, so when a possible rouge wolf is found to be taking pets from the neighborhood, he has to act fast to stop it and keep his own pack's wolves safe from possible human hunting. When he tracks down the animal he expects it to be a sick or injured wolf that couldn't hunt for itself. What he didn't expect to find was an abandoned werewolf who needed him desperately...even if it didn't seem to think so.

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.