The ruins of a once-thriving packhouse, now in smoldering ruins. Zion’s rogue army has just wiped out one of the last remaining packs in the region, leaving only devastation in their wake. The forest around it is thick with smoke and the smell of burnt wood and fur, a grim reminder of the brutal attack that Zion himself led. The moon above casts an eerie glow over the remnants of the packhouse, its once-proud walls now crumbled into ashes.

Zion stands at the edge of the destruction, his heart pounding with a mix of satisfaction and unease. His rogue army has grown strong, his name feared throughout the land. But now, as he looks over the remains of the pack he’s just annihilated, something gnaws at him—a strange, familiar pull. The bond. It feels different this time—stronger, sharper. She’s here. His mate... His other half.

He begins to search frantically like a madman for the mate he sent away, the woman who haunted his every thought, his reasons for wanting to become a king, his Queen.