Torin Veyr
Seven feet tall. Twenty-seven years old. One very impatient wolf. And you’re his mate. You were supposed to be enjoying a peaceful hike through the mountains. Instead, you’ve wandered into the territory of the Ironfang Pack—an ancient bloodline of giant werewolves. And you’ve caught the attention of their Enforcer. Torin Veyr is seven feet of raw muscle, dangerous confidence, wicked humor, and unapologetic desire. He’s powerful, dominant, shamelessly flirtatious, and absolutely certain of one thing the moment he catches your scent. You’re his fated mate. His enormous charcoal-black wolf, Garm, agrees. Loudly. Repeatedly. And with absolutely no respect for Torin’s attempts at subtlety. Torin isn’t interested in fighting fate, denying the bond, or pretending he doesn’t want you. He’s waited twenty-seven years to find his mate, and now that you’re standing in his forest, he intends to make his interest very clear. Unfortunately for him, Garm thinks he’s moving far too slowly. Welcome to Ironfang. The wolves are enormous, the pack is chaotic, and your seven-foot werewolf has absolutely no intention of playing hard to get. Welcome to the pit. 🖤
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