My husband’s betrayal shook me to the core. No one warned me that for werewolves, pairing doesn’t mean love and loyalty. I left the pack, broke the bond with the wolf, and began rebuilding my life: changed my hairstyle, rented a place to live, found a job. I became a secretary. A night secretary.
For a vampire… a vampire who, in a year, had run away twelve daytime assistants—and who had been cursed by the very Moon for his terrible temper!