Moonbright: A Standalone Werewolf Romance

I have a cottage, a garden, a pink chicken named Nugget, and a strict personal
policy against asking questions.

That last one is why it took me years to notice that the wolves I've been
stitching back together are not, technically, wolves.

In my defense, nobody told me.

In their defense, they were trying very hard not to.

Now my cottage is rubble, my best friend has a tail, and thirty werewolves are
standing in my herb beds having a collective crisis about how much I know.

Their Alpha is taking it worst. One eye. All scars. No interest whatsoever in
humans, in healers, or in a woman who talks this much.

He also won't stop watching my hands while I work.

Neither of us plans to mention it.

Then someone starts turning moonbright into poison. The flower I grow. The one
I've been using to keep every single one of them alive.

And it turns out there's exactly one person left who knows how to turn it back.

It's me. It's the one with the chicken.

🌙 Standalone fantasy werewolf romance with a full HEA
🌙 Laugh-out-loud funny — banter-heavy, dual POV
🌙 Grumpy/sunshine · touch-starved alpha · forced proximity
🌙 Found family · fated mates · healer heroine
🌙 Slow burn, explicit, takes its time getting there
🌙 One (1) pink chicken. One (1) homicidal rooster named Keer Jr.