Running to My Wolf

It was time to chase my mate. After a few lonely years of modeling, babysitting for my friends, and enough therapy to fix a serial killer, I was ready to reclaim my mate. I boxed up my sexy, expensive clothes and threw them in storage. I quit the job that put up a massive wall between us. I chopped the hair that made me millions. Dressed in my old sweatshirts and jeans that would remind my mate of the girl I was when he fell in love with me, I flew across the country to win back my man but got more than I bargained for. A pack falling to pieces. My mate, holding it together. If I wanted Gunner, I would have to do more than give up my old life; I would have to adopt an entirely new one.