Fated to the Feral WolfI never would have seen him coming, not in a million years. Feral. Growling. Terrifying. Until my wolf claimed him as hers. Shay I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim as mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the