Faced with a pack of hellhounds, a murdered neighbor, and an angry dragon, Dolf begins to suspect that he may have bitten off more than he can chew in giving mysterious and electrifying Helena Tarleton his protection, but the thing is, she just might be his soul’s mate.
A single word scribbled on a scrap of paper by an unsteady hand chilled the blood in her veins. It read simply: Run!
After a rough childhood, dire wolf shifter and military veteran Rudolf “Dolf” Shaw has found family – and a substitute pack – in working for supernatural protection agency, Dial A Defender. Dolf doesn’t want – or need – anything more, until he responds to a break in and finds Helena, an electrifying woman in obvious need of a place to lie low.
But when a pack of hellhounds comes sniffing around, his neighbor is murdered, and the biggest dragon that Dolf has ever seen tries to fry him, Dolf begins to suspect that he may have bitten off more than he can chew in taking Helena in and giving her his protection. A single dire wolf has no hope of defeating an entire pack of hellhounds, much less an old dragon, but for Helena’s sake, Dolf has to try. Because the thing is, she just might be his soul’s mate.
Helena can’t outrun, outsmart, or outfight her dragon relatives, but she’s willing to die trying. Because the thing that she’s discovered about herself since going on the run is this: She’s not the type to take things lying down; not her grandfather’s self-serving plan for her future, not Dolf’s distracting hotness, and certainly not her new friend’s murder.
Why was the kindly widower murdered? Are Helena and Dolf soul mates? And is there any way that Dolf and the Defenders can make Helena ultimately feel safe again?