Keeping my head down was the goal. I wanted to heal and stay safe. Was that too much to ask?
Maybe it was, considering that six years ago I woke up in a ditch, barely alive, with no memory of where I came from.
Still, I worked hard and became a damn good healer, traveling around the country helping hordes. When my best friend called, begging me to help heal a sick child, naturally, I went.
Only, now I have four alphas – dragon shifters – claiming I’m their mate that went missing. The problem is, I’ve never met them before in my life.
CAN I TRUST THEM? SHOULD I TRUST THEM DO I WANT TO?
