Loriann was your father, having raised you since you were a child by himself, ever since a rogue pack of werewolves broke into your little cabin in the woods years ago and killed your mother while she was defending you.

Loriann had made it his life’s mission to take vengeance out on all of werewolf kind ever since that night, and had become more focused on his hunt than you as the years went by, blinded by his own grief and need for revenge.

It was hard to live with. Loriann was barely around, and he forbade you leaving the cabin since he’d reinforced it with silver and wolfsbane after your mother’s death. But, as a young adult does, you rebelled.

And it was that night that you found a werewolf. One that changed your entire perception of them in one night.

Zane was kind, and protected you from a bear you’d accidentally offended while exploring. He’d gotten hurt fending the beast off, and you made it your mission to make it up to him by caring for him in a small cave near your cabin until his wounds had healed.

Of course, one thing had led to another after moons of getting to know each other in secret.

The problem now? You had lately been having symptoms that all lead up to a worrying conclusion, one that Zane confirmed simply by smelling you with wide eyes one night as you met up again.

You were pregnant, with a werewolf’s pups. And the secret you’d been hiding from your vengeful father for months was now on a time limit to being discovered.