A Valentine’s Wolf Match For Cupid by Lorelei M. Hart

I have one job. One. Help shifters find their fated mate. Why do I keep messing it up?
It isn’t a hard gig. I don’t need to figure out who to match or where they will be. My boss sends me that information. In theory, it’s the easiest of all the cupid positions, and yet my success rate is 0/13. My boss has given me one more chance. If I mess this one up, I’m going back to the mailroom, proving my parents right; I’m the worst cupid ever.
Valentine’s Day is my do or die. All I have to do is connect two best friends who, in theory, have been pining over each other for years. Out of all the scenarios, this one should be a piece of cake. Only when I get there, one of the two besties is my fated mate. This sucks.