Scarred Wolf by Charlene Hartnady

Jaxon:
Imagine witnessing your mother’s brutal murder. Imagine not being able to remember a single thing about what happened, even though you were there. It doesn’t matter how hard I try.
I. Can’t. Remember!
I was just a small boy when it happened. I must have tried to defend her because I have the scars that prove it. My wounds should have healed completely. I’m a shifter. Son of the alpha. They didn’t! My scars are my constant reminder of what the Moones did. What they took away from us. My mother died in agony. A piece of my father died along with her.
I’m given the opportunity to right a wrong. To finish the last remaining Moone before they become a fully-fledged wolf. It won’t be easy but I’ve got this. The offspring of that despicable family cannot be allowed to ever reach full power. I’ll die before I allow it to happen. I leave my pack and head for the city.

Evie:
I’m just a regular girl, living a regular life. I work hard, living from day to day, trying to make ends meet. Minding my own business. You know, normal stuff. When, from out of nowhere, he crashes into me while I’m on a jog. Quite literally crashes into my clumsy ass. Then again, maybe I crashed into him. I’m not sure how it went down, only that he’s a colossal jerk. I wish he wasn’t quite so sexy because…back to the part about him being a jerk. I’m being polite since “jerk” is too nice a word. I’m happy to see the back of him. Partly because he has such a nice back but also because he sucks…big time!
Only, the sexy jerkface keeps turning up. I can’t seem to get rid of him. Do I even want to? Yes. No. Argh! It’s annoying. Then I find out that I’m not such a regular girl after all. Not even close. Just like that, everything changes. And I mean everything.