She’s supposed to be extinct.
So why do I want her like she’s mine?
I felt her shift from miles away—raw power, uncontrolled, too damn loud to ignore. Bolvi blood. The kind our kind buried. The kind that doesn’t submit. Doesn’t belong to a pack. Doesn’t follow anyone.
And now she’s walking my streets. Triggered. Untamed. Breaking every rule the Hollow was built on.
They want to cage her.
The humans want to dissect her.
The rogue factions want to worship her—or burn her alive.
Me?
I want her bare and begging.
There’s just one problem:
I’m the heir to the pack sent to destroy her.
And she’s the only thing my beast has ever claimed.
Bitten by fate.
Marked by blood.
Obsessed beyond reason.
And I’ll burn the whole damn city down before I let her go.
