(Also affectionately known as "Wolves in the Big City"). Meet George, twenty-eight year old university librarian who is a little awkward at best and downright anti-social at worst. She's also a lone wolf who lost her parents as a teenager and has been on her own ever since. She's worked hard to live as one person in two worlds - the Human World and the world of Wolves. While she has been blessed richly with the gifts of Gaia's children, she uses then at a minimum and only shifts when she needs to. Apart from her friend/voice of reason Dominic, she has no other links to her Wolfen nature, and has worked very hard to keep in check for the past fifteen years. The only thing that gives it away is her golden eyes, which most people mistake as being hazel. That all changes when she meets Julian, a twenty-one year old university student who lives with his roommates in an apartment nearby. He is everything she isn't - happy, relaxed, and carefree. She catches his scent one fateful Sunday, and against all odds, he manages to find his way into her life. He is the only human who has managed to bring the wolf right out of her. Once cool, calm, and collected, Julian manages to break the walls she's fought hard to put up and she finds herself falling for him. And while she's never believed in the idea of "mates", George is beginning to think that this happy-go-lucky Julian just might be hers... Oh crap.

It was supposed to be easy. Life was supposed to easy. But it wasn't. Em Reynolds learnt that the hard way. Nine years after being rejected,defeated and humiliated, Em thinks she can finally move past the pain and hurt that has dominated her life. And she would have moved on - if it wasn't for the one person that she had been designed to love walking back into her life again. Suddenly, her emotions are heightened, the wolf bond is reinforced, and she finds that old grudges are hard to let go of. It's not easy - trying to hide from the one person that nature wants you to be with. It's even harder when he's the reason you're slowly dying.

"Oh my God, Zara," he whispered, taking a good look at me. The insecurity managed to break through my amorousness. "I knew you were a beautiful woman, but damn, you're about to kill me with those curves." "I..." I wrapped my arms around chest, feebly trying to shield myself from his stare. Shame churned within my stomach. "I-Is that a bad thing?" "No, it's a very good thing." Gently, he pushes my arms away so I can't hide myself anymore. I sighed as his fingers drew little lines along the curves of my hips. "Almost makes we wish I was a race car driver so I could fully appreciate them."