What's a witch to do when her Aussie slang talking wombat familiar leads her straight into the arms of a stinking hot Berserker warrior? One claiming to be her mate. She freaks out. Trust me, I totally freaked out, but then got down to business. There's no time to weigh my options. It's a matter of life or death. Not my life exactly, but still… I don't want the death of the last Kangaroo shifter on my hands when all I need to do to save him is bond with a sexy as sin warrior and kick a Drop Bear's butt.