Zoe Raymond was a museum curator with a passion for ancient wolf totems and a tendency to break out in hives under fluorescent lighting. But on the morning she turned twenty-five, her fingertips became claws, her molars sharpened into fangs — and a primal growl she couldnt control nearly got her arrested. Again.
Enter Logan Cross. Silvercrest’s most feared enforcer. Deadly. Cold. Off-limits. And now the only man standing between Zoe and a kill order from the High Council.
The problem? The second he touches her, the mate bond slams into place. And...
She thought her birthday would bring cake.
Instead, it brought claws.
Zoe Raymond was a museum curator with a passion for ancient wolf totems and a tendency to break out in hives under fluorescent lighting. But on the morning she turned twenty-five, her fingertips became claws, her molars sharpened into fangs — and a primal growl she couldnt control nearly got her arrested. Again.
Enter Logan Cross. Silvercrest’s most feared enforcer. Deadly. Cold. Off-limits. And now the only man standing between Zoe and a kill order from the High Council.
The problem? The second he touches her, the mate bond slams into place. And Logan disciplined, brutal Logan starts breaking rules.
They should run. They should hide.
Instead, they go to war.
Because the prophecy isn’t just real. It’s burning in her veins. And the woman Logan was sent to extract might be the key to destroying the Council, healing generations of bloodline secrets, and reuniting a world torn in two.
They tried to cage her magic. But they forgot one thing…
