Harley Rayne's bad choices just keep piling up. All she wants is for her family to acknowledge her existence, and to be needed by someone. Anyone. When the Coyotes ride into town, Frank seems to be everything she thinks she wants, he not only sees her, he *needs* her. Harley runs away for love, but isn't prepared for love to bite back. Regret number one? Letting her loneliness drive her into the arms of an exceptionally volatile flavor of trouble named Frank Essex. Regret number two? Jumping on the back his bike and blowing out of town-and away from her family-with middle fingers blazing. You see, Frank and her family share a secret, and while her family has protected her from the truth, Frank throws Harley into it headfirst. The man she loves is a werewolf, and he's nothing more than a charming sadist who doesn't take rejection easily. Or at all. Turns out, running away again won't be as easy this time; especially when Frank isn't the only one hunting her down. To start a new life away from bad boys, bikers, and werewolves, Harley must give up her long-standing fixation on finding her true "family" and learn how to be reliant only on herself. Easier said than done, and in the end, she's left with a choice that will change everything she thinks she knows: Pack or prey.