When I became a wolf, I discovered a freedom that I didn’t realise I had been yearning for my entire life. To run free across moonlit moors, to feel the winter storms echoing inside me, was a joy I hadn’t even guessed at. I had always been drawn to the mountains and the storms. Sunny days and flower meadows are fine, but I prefer wind blasted moor tops and autumn gales. Give me a winter storm over a summer heatwave any day of the week. It suited me to become a shifter, to transform into a beast and run the hilltops barking at the storms, and howling at the moon, terrifying the locals. I felt I had found my place. Till Jacob came, and then I learned about heart break. Luckily for me, there was a whole other side of my nature to explore that I had been ignorant of, just as magical and thrilling as becoming a shifter had been. The Wolf Witch contains scenes only suitable for those eighteen and older. Explicit sexual scenes and violence are included. Please if you find this sort of thing upsetting or not to your taste do not read.