The Howling by Hattie Jacks

How I became a monster’s wife…

Wynter:
If there’s one thing everyone in the Yeavering knows, it’s that a Barghest, a mythical wolf shifter, in possession of the ability to harvest souls, must be in want of a wife…
In the Yeavering, humans are two things, food or servants. I never wanted to be either, but when you lose the lottery which allows the Faerie to harvest humans for their own ends, serving them is better than being served up to them.
Which is how I meet Reavely. An outcast from all corners of the Yeavering because he helps the Reaper harvest souls, somehow he’s ended up in the dungeons of my Faerie lord, and I’m expected to clean up around him.
And when he growls mine, I did not expect he’d be able to escape…or take me with him.
Reavely is feral, lonely and dangerous. But his act in stealing me away has put into motion a chain of events neither of us can stop. He has to marry me to break his curse, or he’ll be left howling at the moon forever.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the Yeavering, it’s to never trust anything, especially your heart.
Reavely:
Wynter belongs to me, and I WILL DESTROY THE YEAVERING TO KEEP HER SOUL FOR MYSELF.