The wedding was supposed to be Olivia’s perfect day, but all Billy could think about was the wolf. She’d seen it twice now—once in the forest as a child, and again just days ago, its eyes burning like twin blue stars before it vanished into the trees. Everyone said she was imagining things. Everyone except Maya, the estate manager, whose knowing silence spoke louder than any denial.
Then Matthew Gray walked into the room. The reclusive owner of the estate. The man who never left his family’s grounds. The moment his eyes met Billy’s, the world tilted sideways.
There was something ancient in his gaze, something hungry and desperate and achingly familiar. He knew her. She was certain of it. And whatever he knew, it was tied to the wolf that had been following her her entire life.
But then her sister’s wedding collapsed. Olivia accused her of sabotaging everything. Maya locked Billy in a room with a warning: “Do not open the door, no matter what you hear. ” And through the keyhole, she saw it—the massive white wolf, filling the entire frame, its breath fogging the metal.
The wolf that was Matthew. The wolf that was her mate. Now Billy sat in the back of a car, hurtling away from everything she’d ever known, with her parents’ secrets crashing around her and Matthew’s desperate words echoing in her mind. The curse was real.
The bond was real. And the only man who could break the cycle was dying trying to save her.
