It’d been a long winter, and Gage was more than happy to see the back of it. As a trapper, the cold months were his busiest. That was when he made his money for the rest of the year. As did the rest of his family. Now that the snow had melted, Gage was on the road headed to Great Falls, a city in Montana that was about two hours away from his log cabin. This year he’d volunteered to make the long trip with all his family’s pelts to sell them to the fur buyer. They were piled in the back of his SUV. There was another reason he’d decided he’d make the trip to Great Falls alone. He was a wolf shifter, a wolf who had the ability to take on human form. He was also thirty years old, the age when the males of his kind became mate branded. It was the stage in their lives when they had to become mated or lose their humanity. They had three weeks, and the countdown started as soon as the brand appeared on their skin. Gage’s two older brothers, Kiel and Cyrus, had already been marked and had found their mates.
