A bear and a cougar walk into a bar… See? Fate’s got jokes. Too bad they’re all on me. When a cougar moves to Bernton, her very presence sets the rumor mill ablaze. When she strolls into my bar and says I smell like fate, I shut down that shit fast. It’s no secret that the wait for my fated mate has made me a surly grouch. For nearly thirty years, I’ve searched for my mate with no luck. Now, this little girl shows up claiming to be mine? I don’t think so. Fate would never pair me with a female so young. Atlas Kavar, aforementioned cougar, doesn’t look old enough to drive a car, much less handle a brute like me. I send her on her way, with maybe a bit too much snarling. How was I supposed to know cougars maintain their youthful looks longer than any other shifters? It’s a mistake that will cost me everything if I don’t make it right.***** We’re taught fate knows all. That it leads you down a certain path because that’s where you’re meant to be. But what if whoever is waiting for you at the end of it chooses not to accept your combined destiny and instead fights it? The authors in this series have decided to find out.