A wolf shifter thinks I’m his mate.
Not going to happen.
I’m half-siren and all single. No way am I giving up my freedom for some delusional furball.
Even if he’s kind of cute. And considerate. And has warm eyes.
Besides, I have enough going on with running my retro rock club. And when an unexpected relative shows up there one night, it shakes me to the core.
The last thing I need is to add another complication to my life, especially something as mundane as monogamy.