His Little Spitfire

Roisin Sommers, 17 year old werewolf chick, who really only wants to drink and fuck. "You are meant for great things, my little spitfire." that was all her mother told her these days. She was meant to be the pretty alpha's daughter who would someday inherit the pack, blah blah blah. If she was being honest, Roisin didn't give a flying fuck if she became Alpha or not.

But for now, she would obey her parents. She would put on the act of the obedient little princess who loved to read and listen to politics all day. Until she turns 18, of course. As soon as she shifts for the first time, on her eighteenth birthday at precisely midday, she won't look into the crowd and find her mate. Nope. Roisin was going to run. She was going to run, hard and fast for the pack border. As soon as she crossed those markings, she would be home free.

Or so she thinks.

Roisin has no idea that as soon as she walks into that little bar, at the edge of the forest, she will meet someone. Someone who will change her beliefs, life and most importantly, her future.

With the help of this alluring stranger, his family and a bitchy ex-girlfriend, Roisin is going to find herself in some deep trouble. Or as she likes to say, in some real fucked up horse shit.