![]() ![]() What should be a disaster may turn into something so much more. Why can’t he stop craving things that no werewolf should crave from bloodsuckers? Four vampires and one werewolf. To feed the enemy is unheard of, but with nowhere else to turn he reluctantly goes. When he’s dragged in by the people who will happily put a silver bullet in his head, they give him an opportunity instead of death… to feed vampires - aka a walking blood bank. If he doesn’t get his life in order, he’ll end up dead. Karter is left alone and with no one to care. A werewolf with a knack for fucking shit up, he’s caused so many problems that even his pack is tired of dealing with him. Karter's been nothing but trouble since the day he learned to walk. A prince, a miscreant, a warrior, a workaholic & one wild werewolf. ![]()
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