When I wake up in the morgue, I know it's time to move on...When people think of shifters, they always bring up the predators: wolves, bears, big cats. But prey shifters exist, too; the bunnies, the hedgehogs, and my old childhood nemesis, Roxy, who was an adorable raccoon and a huge headache.Then there's me. Honey Morgan, one in a long line of Virginia opossums-and who has a tendency to 'play dead' at the worst possible moments.For nearly my whole life, I've managed to live among humans who have no clue that I'm a supe. But when I get startled and drop only to wake up in the morgue, I have to admit my mother was right: us opossums need to be around other shifters, even if the local predators have me hissing.Or maybe that's just one.Max Lobo. To the outsiders who might pass through Moonburrow, he is the scowly sheriff. To the supe residents, he is the all-powerful Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack.To me? He's my mate.He doesn't seem to recognize me as his, though, and I'm okay with that. After all, I'm too busy taking over my witchy grandmother's old bakery. With her recipes, my sense of humor and work ethic, and my sidekick, Gus, I focus on making Dough You Believe In Magic a success.Which probably would've been a lot easier if I didn't stumble upon a dead predator outside my back door-or if it didn't bring the Alpha repeatedly to my front one.Thrown together with Max, I have to figure out who targeted my bakery, why it seems like I might've been the one they were after, and how to survive being around the Alpha as he begins to realize that I'm not just some newcomer prey bumbling around on his territory that he needs to protect... but the other half of his wolf's soul he has to claim.Hey. Fake it 'til you mate it, right?