The Werewolf Curse

Nariah Boyd marched through the woods behind her house without her usual cheerfulness. The afternoon was bright, the breeze pleasant, and the birds were singing, but Nariah frowned as she watched her steps over scrabbling rock. Instead of a water bottle, she carried a sturdy stick, and instead of enjoying the afternoon, she threw a concerned look over her shoulder at the man following the trail she broke.

It wasn’t often Nariah lead anyone into the woods, let alone Varrien Vicaro, eligible only son of a billionaire. And a werewolf. 

Elidee had set Nariah up on a blind date with Varrien a few months ago. Nariah had expected disaster, but Varrien had been a generous date and held a good conversation. It was only afterward Nariah learned of his heir-to-the-business status and she was still figuring out how she felt about that.