Everyone knows that werewolves choose only wolfesses, and ordinary women are just entertainment for them. You mustn’t look a wolf in the eyes—this predator, this outsider. You can’t get close to him and you can’t be alone with him. And yet more and more I feel that beastly gaze on me; more and more often I run into it, as if he’s tracking me like a hunter tracks prey. As if he sees his mate in me.
People don’t become mates of werewolves. Everyone knows that, but… Intuition given to me since birth tells me otherwise. And it also tells me that our meeting is no accident at all—that it’s magic promised by prophecy.
ONE-VOLUME BOOK. The “Werewolves” series.