Emily Garland always feared she'd end up a cat lady, but she'd have dogs instead. Her sex life—what sex life? Any time she had hopes for seducing a man, he'd disappear. Emily was giving Santa one last opportunity to bring her a mate, but if something didn't happen by Christmas, she was giving up.
Ever since his parents were murdered on Christmas Eve, Baas Sather has hated the holiday, so he never celebrated it. Now, at 50 and in his prime as a werewolf, he and four other pack leaders need to find a mate. But not one female in their group or the bordering ones carries the special scent. Baas had never considered anyone that wasn't were as a possible mate. Alphas were known for their aggressive behavior and their strong sexual needs were too much for one human female, at least that's what he'd always believed. Then a week before Xmas, everything changed when she walked into their lives.
One careless, and if he had anything to say about it, soon-to-be-dead wolf had beaten and starved his mate and cubs. It fell to Baas and his brothers to take care of anyone who got out of hand within their pack. However, when Emily Garland, a local social worker, showed up, he's unprepared for her smart aleck mouth. Now all he can think about is how to convince her that she was made for him and his pack leaders… and how they were going to protect her from a psychotic stalker.
When he said pain, Baas had not been kidding. Her own screams woke her up, as her bones broke and reformed, her muscles ripped and stretched, and fur slowly replaced her skin. She couldn't catch her breath, as another shot of pain left her writhing, but Baas was there to catch her.
All four of them sat around her, touching and whispering to her words of love. A large fire was blazing in a fireplace, but she couldn't enjoy it as her legs shook and snapped.
She would have grabbed them, but her head started to split open, blood rolling down her face. Emily tried to grab her head, but Zack held her hands, which were now turning into paws.
“It's almost over. Hold on sweetie,” Baas crooned and reached behind him. He brought a bowl of water and laid it down next to her new muzzle. “Drink. It will help, and then you can sleep.”
There was no arguing. She just wanted the pain gone. There was no spot on her body that didn't burn from the change. She licked at the water amazed at how it cooled the fires in her stomach and mouth.
“You'll spend the night in wolf form. I'm afraid you won't be able to change back 'til tomorrow, but then it won't hurt and it will be quick. I promise.” Baas ran his hand through her fur.
“You are beautiful as a wolf. We didn't have a red wolf in our pack. I’m so proud of you baby. Now sleep.” He leaned down and kissed her nose, as did the rest of her men.