Some bonds are written in blood. Others in destiny.
My wolf has found its mate. The one woman I can’t have.
Sylvie doesn’t know that Im going to make her mine. She’s back in town for her grandmother’s funeral, and it’s my job to watch her closely. To find out what she’s up to.
The pack elders say she’s returned to finish the job her grandmother failed. Killing us all. I don’t sense that about her, but it’s hard to argue. Since the old witch’s death, whatever power she kept buried is unraveling. Fast.
Dark times are coming, and I have to stop them. Somehow. But to do that, I’m going to need Sylvie. She’s a stranger, yet every part of me responds to her like she’s already mine.
She’s not fully human. Nor one of us. But she belongs to me. I feel it in my bones.
She could be the key to surviving the storm that’s coming. Or the spark that burns us all to ash. If she’s lying about her plans, I’ll have no choice but to end her. But if she’s not
Then I’ll claim her.
