Her Feral Wolf

Cold Creek hasn't had a wild wolf in fifty years. So the claw marks on the developer's body are a problem. Birdie Hollis has been quietly leaving food through a gap in the stone wall behind the library for three winters. She has never asked the wolf what he is. She has a pretty good guess. When he shows up at her back door the night of the murder, half-shifted, shaking, and holding a wrist she can't help but grab, the fated bond snaps into place between them like a bear trap closing the wrong way. Now there's a dead developer, a pack with shells upon shells of paper, a county hunter arriving in seven days, and a librarian who has never once let a mystery go unsolved. Border can't testify. Birdie doesn't need him to. She has microfilm. A fated mates wolf shifter amateur sleuth romance with a library, a forged will, and a heroine who reads people for a living.