A porcupine filled with desperation seeks help from her fairy godmother and ends up at the Crossroads for a makeover and a chance at love.

Pansy is desperate. She is the only porcupine in a family of wolves, and her body is bound tightly to the local area with wild magic. All in all, she isn’t prime dating material.

When her fae godmother sends her to the Crossroads and makes special arrangements for her, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but a full-on Cinderella-style makeover wasn’t it.

Arriving at the Crossroads is a problem, the wild magic in her system literally blew the roof off the Meditation Centre and that is only the beginning of Pansy’s problems.

Axander headed to the Crossroads when he couldn’t find the woman for him back at home, but travelling to the shifters’ dating dimension, he finds that the woman he wanted was in front of him the whole time. She was just protected by scent-masking engine oil and an entire pack of wolves.

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Andrew came and stood at the foot of the tree. “What is wrong, Pansy?”

He was the only one of her brothers not to call her Prickles or Little Prick. It was hard being not only the only girl in a family of men, but also the only porcupine in a family of wolves. She was a random, and it made her life hell when she tried to get outside her own social circle. No one wanted to mess with the pack.

“I am stuck, Andrew.”

He blinked. “In the tree?”

She laughed. “No. In my life. Even Barkley is heading off to the Crossroads and I am stuck fixing car after car and being surrounded by fangs and tails. I want a life. I want a family, babies, a chance to have a man that doesn’t hump the couch in his shifted form.”

He chortled. “Yeesh, do it once and you are branded for life.”

Pansy slithered out of the tree. “I just want more, and I need to go where no one knows me or you or anyone in the family.”

“The Crossroads is expensive, Pansy. We can’t afford it.”

“I know. I am thinking of moving.” She didn’t mention that she could probably afford it. It wasn’t really a matter of money; it was a matter of the pack.

His shock was visible. “Leave? You would leave?”

“I think I have to. I am not a member of the pack. I am not one of you even though I know you love me. I do not doubt that I have a wonderful and protective family, Andrew, but how can I find a mate if I can’t get out of that protective circle?”

He put his hands on her shoulders and his forehead against hers, snuffling gently for comfort. “Next week is your party. Aunty Keelie will be there, and she might have some ideas.”

Pansy perked up. Her godmother’s visits were always wonderful, even if the presence of a fairy set her father’s teeth on edge. Pansy was the only woman she knew with an actual fairy godmother.

“Did Dad actually let her have the right date and time this time?” She smiled.

“Yup. He gave the invitations to Dougal, and Doug shuffled them before putting them back into their envelopes. No fairy weed, hexes or crushed carob this time.”

Pansy sighed in relief. The drama surrounding her birthday parties was legendary. Her father moved location, gave Keelie the wrong times and even went so far as to bribe transporters to hide the event. Somehow, her godmother always managed to find her and give her her gift.

When she was young, she was given jewellery that she thought was pretty. Now that she was an adult, she knew that she had enough money in gems to buy a large chunk of the countryside. When she turned fifteen, the gifts had become more practical, classic cars and deeds to property near her father’s home. Now that she was turning twenty-five, she had no idea what the gift would be, but she knew that her godmother would be happy to see her. She always was.