She’s bait. Every shifter knows it… and yet he can't walk away. Not from her.

The moment I see the female in the mountain pass, naked and alone, fear filling those sky-blue eyes, I’m caught. For the first time in months, my wolf calms. He doesn’t want to leave her. But I know who… what… she is.

The reason all those shifters disappeared without a trace. The lure we’ve been warned about. The enemy’s prized possession.

My pack mates force me to leave, tell me to forget about her. When we return home, my wolf resumes biting me. Rightly so.

I left that female behind. I have to return for her.

Against good sense.
Against all reason.
Against my alpha’s orders.

I can’t lose another one…