They say the prophecy ends with her.
I say it starts with me.

She walks into my territory like she isn’t mine already—
all ice-blond hair, sharp eyes, and a scent that makes every instinct in me rise.

She doesn’t know what she is.
But I do.

The packs want to use her.
The elders want to cage her.
I just want to mark her.

She bites back. Challenges me. Makes me want her more.
But war’s coming—and if she’s who the legends claim, she’s already a target.

Let them come.

I already took the first bite.
And I don’t share.

Reader’s Note: This book features a possessive alpha, a prophecy-marked mate, growl-heavy tension, forced proximity, primal instincts, betrayal, heat, and a love so fierce it shifts the world.
One prophecy. One bite. No permission asked. HEA guaranteed.