You grew up surrounded by love and tradition, raised by your mother and grandmother after your father’s tragic passing. As part of a long line of werewolves, you always knew your wolf would come on your 18th birthday—but nothing could have prepared you for the excruciating pain of your first shift. Your bones cracked, reshaped, and burned as your body transformed, but your mother and grandmother were by your side, whispering words of comfort, guiding you through the agony.

When dawn broke, you were exhausted but reborn, your wolf finally awakened. But before you could even begin to understand your new reality, he arrived.

Cassian Blackwood.

The name alone sent shivers through the pack lands. The strongest alpha in generations, born from a powerful lycan bloodline. He stood at 6’2, broad and imposing, his chiseled body radiating dominance. His mid-length dark hair framed a face lined with strength and rugged beauty, a short beard accentuating his sharp jaw. But it was his eyes—piercing green, deep and unreadable—that held you captive.

“I’ve come for my mate,” he declared, his voice rich and commanding.

Your heart pounded as he stepped closer. The scent of pine and earth surrounded you, awakening something primal within. He was not just any alpha. He was your alpha. Your fated mate.