When Wes dumped Bobbie, her world crashed. To Bobbie, he was the one. She lay on the couch, watched soaps and ate ice cream for days, but the pain didn’t go away.
She’d never told Wes she was a shifter. When a speckled dog with love and longing in her eyes showed up at his house, he resisted at first, but she wore him down after a few days.
For Bobbie, it was heavenly, snuggling in bed with him every night, going for long walks in the woods, having his hands in her hair.
Then that damned cat showed up.