Wrong Number, Right Wolf by Colbie Dunbar

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need.

I never leave my phone on at night. If people need to get a hold of me, they can wait until morning. Except tonight I fell asleep watching a movie and am ripped awake by my phone ringing. I answer it seconds too late, and when I hang up, there’s a voicemail for not me—the man on the other end of the line is sobbing and asking for a ride.

Calling back only tells me he borrowed a stranger’s phone. Without giving it a second’s thought, I grab my keys. I can’t leave him there, all alone and scared. Not when I can easily help. Only when I scent him for the first time, it’s not only help I want to give him—it’s everything. He’s my mate…my human mate. How does that even work?