First Comes Wolves

All I want for my birthday is to find my magic and maybe get my first kiss. But that’s pretty hard to do when rumors fly around that my girly bits are cursed.  I've lived among witches ever since my mother dropped me off.  That was the last I ever saw of her. I've always felt like I was looking in and never quite belonged.  For most of my life, my aunt cared for me, raised me, and hid me from the world. My world.  Until she can’t anymore.  My mates have found me. All three of them.  If these wolf shifters claim that I am theirs, that can only mean one thing—I’m not a witch, I’m a wolf shifter, too.  How could my aunt have hidden this from me?  How can I go from off-limits, a perpetual virgin, to being handed over to not just one, but three wolves?  For once, I feel like I belong.  Leaving my old life behind seems like a small price to pay for an eternity of happiness.