One pack of werewolves fighting one evil in Chicago: Viktor Kruglov.Nobody can know what we are. Our secret must and will be kept.I heard something terrible. So I took action. Killed the bastard dead. But that left behind his widow. Who didn't know what he was up to. We're drawn to each other. But the wolf knows his mate before the man. She can never learn the truth. That it was me who made her wear all black.Three Standalones that build on each other...