Sheriff Tate Novels & Stories

They were together for years before she found her mate…and now she’s back…without that mate. That girl has a plan, I’m sure of it. That plan involves her being the Luna. Lifting my hand, I knock on Tate’s office door. “Come in.” His voice is a low grunt. Pushing the door open, I’m surprised to see Tate slumped in the chair in front of the fireplace, loosely balancing a bottle of whiskey on the armrest. He glances at me and takes a large swig. He looks miserable. Sarah really did do a number on him.