Being a wolf shifter is dangerous. Being a witch too? That’s a death sentence. When witches started turning up dead in New York, I ran—fast, far, and alone.
But somewhere in the Colorado wilderness, I got hurt and broke my own rule: I used my magic. That one choice triggered a mate bond—and sent it straight to a cowboy shifter who thinks he just might be going insane.
He’s grounded, loyal, and everything the pack respects. I’m a runaway with secrets and power I never wanted. We don’t trust each other. We barely understand each other.
But fate keeps pulling us together—and I’m starting to wonder if the life I’ve been running from is leading me straight into the one I’m meant to build.
