The Platypus And Her Wolves: Mountain Shifters, #4

By Laura Greenwood and Lainie Anderson

Platypus shifter, April, always assumed there were more shifters than just her, but has never been able to find them.

Until three wolves turn up at her door, determined to take her back to the mountain and the rest of the shifters there. But April has dreams, and won't be so easy to convince, even if they are her fated mates.

Will she deny fate, or will she give in to the pull between them?

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The Platypus and Her Wolves is a standalone steamy paranormal reverse harem set in the same universe as the Valentine Pride series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mountain Shifters Universe
• Release date: Jul 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393496717

Laura Greenwood

Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and fantasy romance. When she's not writing, she drinks a lot of tea, tries to resist French macarons, and works towards a diploma in Egyptology. She lives in the UK, where most of her books are set. Laura specialises in quick reads, with healthy relationships and consent positive moments regardless of if she's writing light-hearted romance, mythology-heavy urban fantasy, or anything in between. You can find a full book list and more information on her website, or in The Paranormal Council Facebook Group. Happy Reading!

Book preview

1

The internet search on my laptop pinged as I put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. Even though every search that ever came up was a huge disappointment, I ran over to check it anyway.

I’d programmed certain keywords relating to shifters, shifting, and paranormal creatures to send me reports when new articles and information came up about them. If someone started a forum post about shifters being real, I got a shrill beep-beep from my laptop.

Every time, it was fruitless. Some teenager reads a romance novel and ended up searching to see if there was anything to find online about real shifters, werewolves, and the like.

There wasn’t. Never had been, as far as I could tell.

The first time I shifted, I’d thought I was losing my mind, hallucinating. But I managed to shift back, then did it again and again.

I’d loved it.

There was nothing better in life than knowing that I was special and different from the masses around me. It made me feel like a rare jewel, until I couldn’t find anyone else like me.

I scrolled through the new links on the search, and dismissed them all with a sigh. More speculation and people dreaming.

Noises from the hallway outside my front door made my ears twitch, but I mostly ignored them. It was a co-ed dorm, and the guys on my floor were particularly immature. They partied all the time. I had no idea how they were making it through school. My ears were so sensitive I heard things I really didn’t want to.

The noises sharpened and turned to footsteps and whispers. They stopped outside my door. I couldn’t make out the words, but shuffling sounds and more whispers filtered through the door.

I tiptoed to look through the peephole. Three big guys stood outside my door, looking around. I was sure I’d never seen them before. This close to the door I could hear them as if they were standing right beside me.

A thud caused the big black guy to look down the hall. Just knock, he whispered as he turned back toward the door.

The blonde shook his head. You do it. I couldn’t make out his features through the warped peephole. He wore black-framed glasses.

The third guy, with shaggy dark brown hair shook his head and lifted his fist. I jumped back from the door as it vibrated from the impact of his closed fist hitting it.

Even with the door in the way, there was something about the three men that had me transfixed. I normally prided myself in not being easily swayed by bulging muscles and perfectly formed faces...but all that went out of the window with these three.

Fuck, I hissed, breathing hard. I’d seen him about to knock and still it scared the shit out of me.

He knocked again. Hello? he called through the door.

I counted to three before answering. Who is it? I said in a light voice, as if they hadn’t just made me jump out of my skin.

A slight thump sound came through. Uh, hi, a different voice said tentatively. We’re looking for April Jester.

Why? I asked. How’d they know my name? I walked as lightly as I could back to the door to look out.

It’s a sensitive matter, the brunette said. They looked at each other again. Can you let us in?

Why would a woman let three strange men into her dorm? I asked suspiciously. You’ll have to give me a little more information.

Well, it’s about your parents.

I talked to my mom an hour ago. They’re fine. What could three guys, my age by the looks of them, want to say about my mom and dad? It felt like a ruse to get me to open the door. And I really had talked to my mom. Unless she’d completely changed her plans, she was home doing the laundry.

My senses were on high alert, even my extra senses. Something inside me wanted me to open the door, but I really didn’t have time for bullshit. I had a big test coming up, and I needed all the time I could to study. I wasn’t about to throw my future away for three guys.

I have a gun, I said. And I know how to use it. It was a total lie. I’d never held a gun in my life. My parents were pacifists.

That’s okay. You can even have it out. Hurting you is the last thing on our minds, the tall black guy said.

Giving in to the inner urge, I unhooked my pepper spray from my keys and stuck it in