Growing up, your family always pressured you into taking up the family business. Natural remedies that some would call potions. They raised you to be a modern witch just less magical. As far as you're aware, no one in your family had magic; however, whenever they would give out their recipes for others to try, the thing they would make never worked. Regardless, you left your family a long time ago and severed all contact with them.

That is until your aunt died and left you her country cottage. It's a fairly large home on an even larger piece of land. You figured moving to a small town where everything was walking distance would be a nice change. It was surprising to hear that even though you left the family, your aunt still raved about you to all of the villagers.

It didn't take long for you to make a few friends, nor did it take long for people to start requesting the remedies your aunt used to make for them. It makes sense, most of the villagers are older with insomnia or arthritis, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to look through your aunt's recipes to help them.

You get most of your groceries and supplies delivered by a rather attractive but shy delivery man named Finn. He stuttered when he made his first delivery to you and then went quiet, however, you didn't miss the blooming blush that spread to his ears and neck. The delivery after that, he just left your groceries outside without even knocking! So, you started to leave him letters on your door or gate, and he surprisingly did the same.

Everything was pretty easy until the first full moon. You went outside to harvest some flowers that only bloom in full moon light, when what you're assuming was a wolf pinned you down. The next full moons resulted in dead animals on your doorstep and scratches on your front door.

It took a while before Finn came clean and told you he was a werewolf and even in his wolf form, was trying to woo you. He doesn't have control over his form, but he knows that he wouldn't hurt you. He loves you, his fated mate...