Zev Nightfall has a secret. For two years, he's been the beta in a loosely knitted werewolf pack, but he's not a werewolf. He's a crossbreed, part wolf, part fae, which is a death sentence in most packs. That's not his only problem. One night he meets Otis, a vampire. Shifters and vampires aren't friends, yet fighting is the last thing on Zev's mind.
Otis Miller is in the middle of rebuilding his rockstar persona. Again. A hundred years ago, all he had to do was to move when people started noticing him not ageing. With cameras and social media, it doesn't work anymore, and he isn't sure he has the energy to start over. Then there is the shifter coming to the bar where he's singing. He makes Otis want to jump off the stage and never look back.
Zev knows he shouldn't get involved with a vampire; he has enough problems as it is. But Otis is alone and vulnerable, and it tugs at Zev's heartstrings. Normally, Otis stays away from other supernatural beings, but something about Zev makes him want to curl up on his lap and forget about the world around them. But how would two people from enemy species make things work, and will Zev's pack ever accept not only a crossbreed but a vampire as well?
Chapter 1Zev Nightfall of the Halfhide pack pushed through the door to The Drunken Dog—one of the smallest bars he’d ever been to. He’d discovered it a couple of weeks before when he’d been out wandering, and it’d quickly become his hidey-hole. He stopped before nearing the bar. There was a band playing, and worse, the place smelled of vampire. He groaned. He needed a drink away from the guys, but the scent of shifters was like catnip to vampires, and while he didn’t have proof since he’d always done his damnedest to stay away from them, he suspected his scent was worse. Looking at the small stage they’d built along one of the walls, he met the gaze of the singer. The moment he did, he messed up the lyric and fell silent for several seconds. f**k. Zev glanced at the door, ready to run s