She’s bait. Every shifter knows it… and yet I can’t walk away. Not from her.
The moment I see the female in the mountain pass, naked and alone, fear filling those sky-blue eyes, I’m caught. For the first time in months, my wolf calms. He doesn’t want to leave her.
But I know who… what… she is. The reason all those shifters disappeared without a trace. The lure we’ve been warned about. My packmates drag me away. Tell me to forget her.
When we return home, my wolf resumes biting me. Rightly so. I left that female behind. I have to return for her.
Against good sense. Against all reason. Against my alpha’s orders.
I can’t lose another one…
