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…