Life handed me a real shitty deal. I’m now bound to a wheelchair for the rest of my life, which sucks for a beta werewolf. Especially one who’s in love with my alpha.

She deserves far more than my useless ass.

But she has other ideas. And I can’t walk away from her.

Instead of letting me wallow in my misfortune, she puts me in charge of the national werewolf council.

But I can’t command respect from a wheelchair.

Will I end up putting a target on our backs again?

"Hunter's Moon"

by J. E. Taylor