His Prickly Predicament (Book 7): Puppyville Pack, #7

By Fel Fern

Who doesn’t want a sexy man who can make a wicked calzone? But stuffed pizza isn’t the only thing baking in Cal’s oven.

Cal’s my kind of guy. Domineering and mysterious, Cal’s wolf is the perfect fit to my prickly beast. A roll in the woods would do the grumpy wolf some good too, except I’m not here for some harmless fun. Hiding secrets, lying about his past—Cal’s been one naughty wolf, but he doesn’t need to worry.

This little werehedgehog’s out to save his furry ass.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fel Fern
• Release date: Feb 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524264895

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Prologue

Cody

A few months ago

Thank you for coming in so quickly despite the urgent notice, Agent Pickles, says my boss, Superintendent Elwood Cobb.

Behind his desk is a huge plaque of the WHOOP supernatural agency, which dominates the wall of his office. Underneath is our tagline, ‘Defend and protect the weak’. Its clear Cobb takes his job seriously, but so do I. Same reason why I’m here, at six in the morning, when I’m technically on leave after my last mission.

What can I say? I’m one dedicated agent. I take a seat in front of Cobb. Clearly, I’m not one for being humble, but why be humble, when my face is on the agent of the month roster for the third time running?

Besides, one look at the digital file Cobb sent over a couple of minutes ago made the choice easy.

This is your next assignment. Cobb slides a file across a messy desk. I know the brief details, but I can’t flip the file over to gawk, or rather, admire the snapshot of the man candy staring back at me.

Cal Vega, now Cal Moody, is a former agent of WHOOP. Retiring at thirty is rare, but according to the file, Cal quit the agency to pursue his real dream—take the culinary world by storm and be the emperor of calzones. Pretty arrogant and ambitious if you ask me, but also gutsy, because why settle for being king of stuffed pizza when you can be emperor? Plus, bonus points Cal isn’t just a cutie, but one bonafide hunk of a werewolf.

I’m not aware of licking my lips and muttering, yum yum.

Cobb watches me closely and sighs. Cody, tell me this isn’t going to be like the last time.

I straighten up at the sound of my name. Cobb has been my supervisor ever since I signed up as a recruit at WHOOP the day I turned eighteen. When my friends and folks said a hedgehog shifter won’t make it as an agent, Cobb believed otherwise.  People often underestimate my youthful looks and my incredibly adorable animal. Enemies only realize after some major ass whooping that I’m a force to be reckoned with.

I’m twenty-three now, incredible agent, still single and hot, but that’s not the point. I narrow my eyes at his implication.

Is this why you chose me? Not because of my charms, looks and skills, but for my...previous case?

Cody, Cobb says patiently. Damn it, every time the weresquirrel says my name, I feel like I did something wrong. You stalked the poor killer into admitting his crime.

Hey, I protest. It’s a viable tactic.

I don’t mention the fact The Scrambler, serial killer extraordinaire known for placing a plate of scrambled eggs over his victims, comes blessed with Greek god kind of looks. Admitting these kinds of things is a no-no when it comes to my professional work.

Well. Cobb eyes me, looking dead serious. I need you on this case, pronto. Someone is targeting Cal, and I need you to defend and protect.

I eye Cal’s photo again. While he doesn’t possess The Scrambler’s pretty looks, he’s still a mighty fine prime piece of male specimen I want to ride. Well, I’m not that unprofessional. I’ll do the riding after the case is closed.

Potential suspects? I cringe when Cobb pulls out a box full of files. Jesus, that many people want the Calzone Emperor dead?

Cobb shakes his head and I swallow, seeing more boxes on the floor of his office. He’s one of the best in the field. A legend, and he’s bound to have enemies. Are you up to the task, Agent Pickles?

Cobb, I say my words with as much confidence as I can muster. You can count on me.

He nods, looking distracted. Get to it, then.

It takes me the entire morning to drag out the files to my small cubicle and the entire day to sort them all out. I sigh, looking over at the stack. Cal won’t be easy to handle, I know. For years, he has avoided contact with WHOOP, clearly wanting that part of his life forgotten. No choice for me but to go undercover.

Be the friendly cutie next door. Plus, Cal chose to settle in Puppyville, a little town run and operated by, rumor has it, a bunch of werewolves high on Red Bull or something. The town’s a fortress, in the grip of these evil wolves and two dragons. No idiot can cross easy, but deception is the game I’m good at. I take three days to get everything ready and drive down to Puppyville. I go through the customary check with the local pack.

Something wrong? One wolf at the checkpoint asks the other. The fact this town has a checkpoint rings alarm