Anyone who lived in Gloucester knew of the wolf pack that seemingly operated within plain sight. Full moons were an annoyance, all you could hear was howling.

You'd grown to accept it. How could you not, seeing as how you were gently stroking the head of a white wolf-man.

That wolf-man was Oliver Montcroix, well known for being smart, cold, harsh, audacious and well, the only direwolf in England. He was the alpha of the pack, and your boyfriend.