After her fated mate rejects her, a werewolf is stripped of her place and memory by the pack that once claimed her. She returns transformed into something far more dangerous, determined to make every one of them answer for what they did.
One full second, her eyes on my face. My whole stupid, starving heart lifted. Colton, tell Asher the west clearing's booked. I stood up before dessert.
I'm sorry, my girl. I don't understand them either. Nick said quietly, as I walked out into the dark. I packed in nine minutes. Everything I own fits in one bag.
I left three things. The green dress, the pack-craced ring, and a note on my mother's pillow. I waited a year.
Don't come looking. W. Then I crossed the county line at 12.14 a.m. on my real 18th birthday
and I did not cry. 200 miles later, I pulled into a gas station under a buzzing yellow light
and did the one thing I'd promised myself I wouldn't. I checked my phone. Five hours gone. A year absent.
Surely. No text. No voicemails. Zero missed calls. I laughed until my ribs hurt.
Then laughed until I was crying. Then I dropped the phone in the trash, got back on my bike, and rode toward the only people on Earth
who had ever put my name in writing.