Moonlit Nights & Northern Lights

How to survive fake dating your telepathic arch nemesis during an undercover mission in Scotland:
1. Don’t think horrible thoughts about him in case he’s listening in. The creep.
2. Ensure Freddy the zombie ferret doesn’t bite him. Much.
3. Try not to call him Detective Dickface (unless he really deserves it).
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Rory
Imagine my surprise when my missing ex-boyfriend’s phone pings back to life in the one place I swore I’d never set foot in again: home. Home to the pack I left years ago, where I’d learned I’d never be enough.
I’m probably mad for agreeing to go—after all, the pack gathering I’ve been invited to is definitely a trap—but even more crazily, I’m being sent with a man who hates my guts. The detective who threw me into a cell during a full moon, condemning me to an agony that I still have nightmares over.
It doesn’t help that he’s hotter than hell. Thankfully, he’s straight, otherwise the way he looks at me sometimes might put ideas in my head… If I were ever able to forgive him, of course.
Theodore
He’s loud. He’s infuriating. He thinks it’s okay to insult me to my face.
So why have I agreed to partner up with Rory Thorne to investigate missing shifters?
And even worse, why have I agreed to pretend to be his boyfriend?!
Being a telepath means I’ve always kept the world at arm’s length. I don’t have time for tiny wolves with chaotic energy and ridiculous hair and eyes that taunt me with their enigmatic colour—an ocean-forest riddle that distracts me more than I care to admit.
Can the two of us pull off our undercover mission? Possibly, if we don’t kill each other first…
Or, even worse, kiss.