Who Let The Wolves Out?

I came to Camp Lightring for a peaceful summer job.
Instead, I got glitter explosions, werewolf dodgeball...

...and Jason Fenwick.

Shirtless, cocky, and absolutely infuriating.

He howls at the moon. I color - code my clipboard.

We’re co-counselors for the wildest group of magical kids this side of the lake, and somehow, he thinks we’re a “team.”
I think he’s allergic to rules. And shirts. And personal space.

But the more chaos we survive - from enchanted arts & crafts to midnight wolf-walks — the harder it is to remember why I swore off monsters in the first place.

I came to forget my ex.
Instead I'm falling for the messiest, most maddening werewolf in the woods.

Read on for camp hijinks, enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, glitter-related injuries, slow-burn kisses, and one snarly wolf who gives very good forehead touches. HEA guaranteed. Just don’t touch the glitter drawer.