Delivered to My Wolves

Haven

I created the Mail-Order Mating app to help shifters find each other like my parents had. Right after joining it, I found mine. But he rejected me on our first date. One look, and he claimed I wasn’t the luna of a pack. Never would be. He proclaimed his rejection right there in a restaurant and then tossed his napkin in my face.

The joy in my life is from helping others find their mates. But I’ve given up on finding mine.

That is, until my best friend and assistant reactivates my profile without telling me and immediately there’s a match. Not one mate but two.

Collyn and Fitz

We once had a mate. We mated her knowing she had a rare shifter disease, and only six months later, she was gone. We cherished those few moments we had with her but we have never moved on. Our families desperately want us to. Our parents want grandchildren, and the loneliness is so thick that sometimes, it’s difficult to breathe.

We find the Mail-Order Matings app and give it a chance. But how in the hell can we find a mate when we’ve never stopped loving the one who left us?