Dear goddess, For the love of all things dark and hairy, did you really have to mate me with a vampire? Seriously? This moon season before Halloween sucks enough as is. My hormones are off the charts, my urges are driving me crazy, and my wolf wants to shift every other minute. My found-pack of two mystery shifters, a grumpy fairy, a kind witch, and her ghost husband have all been trying to keep the supes of New Orleans safe. You'd think that'd give me some sort of pass, but no. What do I get for being a good guy? A prim vampire who's setting off every nesting instinct. For the love... I'm buying expensive pillows and walking around saying things like MINE. Not cool, goddess. Not. Cool. Fix it, please. Sincerely, A disgruntled wolf shifter.