The Moon Never Chose Him
Ren Hale's wolf caught someone else's scent on his nineteenth birthday, in front of the whole pack, and I stopped existing to two hundred people in the space of one heartbeat. So I ran. For a year I hid at my grandmother's cottage at the edge of the territory and learned to fight like I actually meant it.
Then my mother died in a war Ren started and abandoned, and running stopped being something I could afford.
Home isn't home anymore. My pack surrendered rather than be wiped out, and a stranger named Alpha Kade Ashwood now sits where Ren's father used to sit. Ash is cold, exact, and impossible to read, and for reasons I can't explain, he already seems to know things about my mother th