The clock is ticking…
My biological clock, that is.
Between hunting down rogue wolves and saving lost souls,
There hasn’t been a lot of time for picking a mate.
And what’s a she-wolf to do when she lives in a pack of alpha males…
But can’t seem to find one who’s strong enough for her?
Call for a hunt, that’s what.
Gather the best, the toughest, the most powerful of them
And challenge them to hunt me down.
I’ll forge a mate bond with whoever claims me, no questions asked.
So that’s exactly what I do.
Except the one wolf I’d vowed to hate forever,
The traitor in our midst,
Decides he’s up for the challenge.
Why does it have to be him?
This won’t be a hunt; it’s a battle.
And if he catches me, it’s going to be a fight to the death.