The shadows are winning. Quinton is winning.
For years, I hunted my mates with unwavering determination, certain they were my enemies. When they broke the bond, and left me shattered and alone on a mountaintop, I vowed to kill them for their betrayal.
Then, something changed....
They chose me over their allegiance to their alpha.
They saved me.
They fought for me.
They risked everything for me.
Despite the anger that still simmered in my chest, I started to see another side of them. I started to understand them.
I should’ve known Quinton wouldn’t allow anyone to steal his precious feral shifters away from him, though. After his sick "experiment" on Frost, he's more powerful than ever, while we’re left broken and shaken.
I wanted to save the world from my mates.
But can I save my mates from the shadows?