I knew the second her scent hit the wind — she was mine. Eliza Bishop rolled into Silver Ridge looking for a place to hide.
Instead she woke the wolf that’s been starving for her since the first breath I stole of her. One warning. One look.
And my beast decided she wasn’t leaving these mountains without my mark on her neck and my claim between her thighs. She thinks she can run back to her safe little life once the danger’s gone.
She’s wrong. Every hybrid hunting her only makes me more feral. Every time she fights the pull, I drag her closer. She’s in my cabin, in my territory, in my blood now.
The bond is snapping tight, and when it finally locks… she’ll be screaming my name while I ruin her for anyone else. I’m not the hero she wants. I’m the wolf she’s never getting away from.
She ran from monsters. She just found the one who’ll keep her forever.
