Kol Jaecar slumped on the chair in his office, cradling his head in his hands. Case closed, bad guy dead, women freed, press dealt with. He sighed.
He lived for his job, being the top dog—or in his case, cat—of Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department. It wouldn’t have worked if someone else was the leader. He didn’t take orders well, but he loved solving riddles and catching the guilty. He took pride in being the one who crushed their skulls.
But wasn’t life meant to be more?
Thaddeus Ezax had found his mate. He hadn’t been looking, he was a wizard, and wizards didn’t have mates like shifters did, but he’d accidentally called a ghost who had been his werewolf mate. It was shocking and scary as hell, but it also made him view Thaddeus differently. He’d never thought him capable
