Thirty and single? Well, getcha ass to the Gathering!
Whitney Wickham is at the darned annual werewolf Gathering all right. Only there's one problem: she doesn't belong there. Her sisters carry the Mark indicating they'll mate an Alpha Pair of wolves, while Whitney does not have that lovely, swirling scar. She's been hauled half way around the world to be stared at, and not-so-covertly sniffed, for no reason. Unfortunately the gorgeous, drool worthy, magic-mojo-wielding Wardens don't know why she's been summoned to the Gathering any more than she does. Which sucks. But at least they're hot.
Emmett Greene and Levy Walters are Wardens--keepers of the law and embodiment of the magic of the werewolves. They can never mate, never marry, and never form a lasting romantic relationship. It's a hard and fast law that keeps their powers pure of outside influence.
Rules are going to be broken.
One look at Whitney, one hint of her scent, and they realize their immovable laws might have to jiggle. She's got luscious curves, a wicked smile, and a mouth that would make a thousand men weep. No matter the rules, their inner wolves will claim her. The only things standing in their way are the Elder Wardens who will do anything... anything... to keep Emmett and Levy from discovering the truth: the laws are wrong. And being with Whitney Wickham is so very, very right.
Book #1 - Scarlet ----- Book #2 - Gabriella ----- Book #3 - Whitney
Whitney reminded herself that she was not a violent person. She had to recall she was sweetness and light and everything bright. Hell, she helped old ladies cross the road, went to church on Sundays, and donated to charity every Christmas and Easter. She was a good person, damn it.
She definitely wasn't the type of woman who dreamt of stabbing the Gathering organizer in the eye with a pen. Pens he, of course, ordered for the attendees to use as desired. Then again, maybe she did dream of that since she couldn't wait to see one protruding from the werewolf's eye socket. That's what she desired. She snatched one from the table and gripped the thin piece of plastic. Nothing like being prepared.
The Ruling Wardens, the werewolves who also wielded the magic of the wolves and upheld the laws for all of North America, were avoiding her and she was about done. She'd been at the Gathering since Friday afternoon and it was now late Sunday morning. The men weren't anywhere in sight. She wasn't normally this bitchy, but enough was enough. A gal could only enjoy the spa at the werewolf run hotel so much before she was ready to pull her perfectly styled hair out.
"So, tell me again when I'll get to see the Wardens?" Whitney managed to shove the words past her gritted teeth. It was the wolves' fault. Ever since she'd arrived at the Gathering, her timid, sweet exterior had transformed into raging "kill people" mode.
The man trembled and she didn't kid herself it was due to her. Nope, the Ruling Wardens were scary guys. Well, as far as the wolves were concerned. The Ruling Alphas held their position through dominance and brute force, things other wolves understood. Even their beasts recognized the situation with ease. It was instinctual, animalistic, feral. That said, the Ruling Wardens kept their position through magic alone. The two of them had so much power there wasn't another in the world who'd would ever think of challenging them. For the Ruling Wardens, death could come with a thought.
"W-W-Well, the Ruling Wardens are meeting with the wolves with legitimate concerns and they said--"
"Legitimate..." She took a deep, calming breath and stared at the far wall.