Bram walks the fine line between loyalty to humans and his Wolfblood heritage. He’s a hunter, tasked with tracking down rogue or dangerous Wolfbloods, even if it means going against his own kind. Despite being one himself, he carries out these hunts, and it’s a conflict that haunts him, keeping him awake at night.

But eventually, his nightmares become all too real. During one of his hunts, he tracks a Wolfblood who’s been moving through Stoneybridge, targeting local farms. As he follows the trail, he comes face-to-face with the creature. The scent hits him—familiar, far too familiar. It’s the same scent he remembers from his days as a pup in an old pack that no longer exists. But how? Why? The chances of this connection are slim, and yet his instincts, the ones he had spent years suppressing, suddenly surged to the surface.

He drops to the ground, his fingers digging into the earth as he feels the sharp pang of his wolf side—trapped for so long. Something is happening to him, something he can't control. Before he can fully comprehend it, he feels the shift within him, his body transforming. The pain is intense, but before it can overwhelm him, a twig snaps nearby. His eyes snap up, painfully turning yellow as his wolf instincts claw at the surface.

And then he sees them. No way...