General MJ Brandon was trying to help her sister DJ take care of their Grannie. Keeping their father and their uncles away from their Grannie was a top priority. But it was time for MJ to fly back to D.C. She no more made it up in the air with the helicopter before she had to land it again. Marshall was the original wolf shifter. He’d been around for a long time—hundreds of years. He’d had a mate once, and what a nightmare that had been. She’d pissed off the wrong person and had been killed. When Marshall hunted the man down for the deed, he was unsure whether to blame him or thank him. He was in no hurry to find another mate. Marshall smelled the blood at the same time the chopper went down. She was his mate, and he’d do what he could to save her. She’d been shot. There was no way he was calling her MJ, either. He’d call her Meggie whether she liked it or not….