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Six months ago, I was bitten by my ex-boyfriend and turned over to his Alpha to cover gambling debts. I survived and escaped. After a mentor took me in and showed me how to live as a werewolf, I sought sanctuary in a small coastal town in Massachusetts.
I wasn't looking for a lover or a new boyfriend. I certainly wasn't looking for them, two beautiful, dangerous males who definitely weren't human, nor anything I'd consider part of the safe and somewhat normal life I'd told myself I wanted.
But I found them...and I'm keeping them.
Eyes down, little wolf.
In her world, the strong were broken young or they didn’t survive. Eyes down, little wolf, Zee’s father would say. You aren’t strong enough yet.
Zennia Day kept her eyes down and stayed quiet, knowing that one day, she’d escape.
When her chance comes, she finds herself on a road that takes her far from Massachusetts, all the way to North Carolina.
She has her eyes on the future…until she meets Niko, a dominant Therian male and future Prime. When she looks at him, instead of a challenge for dominance, Zee sees a promise of forever.
Niko charmed her, teased her…and stole her heart. Mere days later, after making a public, permanent claim, he crushed that same heart in his fist, tossing her aside in front of the entire world and casting her out of pack lands.
Ten years later, she's an outcast, living far from her own when she gets word her father is dying.
She can do nothing—she was banned. Violating Niko’s order was to court punishment, even if it was just to tell her father good-bye.
“Day is dying.”
The blunt words almost had him on his knees until Niko realized his second-in-command wasn’t talking about Zee, but her father.
No Therian is ever left to die alone, so Niko sent orders the Day family to come home.
Niko is unprepared for Zee’s message. I have no pack. I have no home.
The words leave him shattered.
Realizing what he’d done in his rage, Niko pushes harder for answers. It doesn’t take long to discover that what he’d heard a decade earlier had been based on lies. Because of those lies, he’d thrown away the love of his life.
Zee’s been paying the price ever since.
Now he must mend a heart he’d broken...and convince her to give him one more chance.
You will wander, you will roam
SORIN: He is Zmeu, one of the great dragons of myth.
As a young dragon, he was told an important truth: Dragons do not fall in love. They definitely do not fall in love with mortal women.
It’s a lesson Sorin takes to heart. He might have had a mortal mother, but mortals had also killed her, leaving him alone.
A dragon grown, he dwells in an impenetrable castle, living a dragon’s best life. He dances with fae swan maidens, steals baubles from unknowing kings, scoffs at mortals stumbling through life wasting time on war, hate…love.
Then love finds him.
In the village of his birth, a woman teaches him a truth his dragon family hadn’t—it’s rather easy for a dragon to find love.
Ever seeking solace, ever seeking home
Easy to love, yes. But understanding the woman who steals his heart? Not so easy. He doesn't realize it at the time, his arrogance leading him to assume he knew best. After all, he was a dragon. Sorin’s arrogance led to her death…and a curse.
Hundreds of years later, living in the New World as the world prepares for war, he is almost numb to the curse that haunts him still.
You will wander, you will roam, they’d said. He did. But seeking solace, seeking home? Home and solace were lost to him, every bit as much as his love.
As penance, he guards the mortals in his territory, as she had protected those under her care. He’ll hold off the coming war as long as possible. When the time comes to take up a sword—or breathe fire—he will. It’s little comfort, but his lost love would expect him to protect. So he does.
One night, a sudden awareness yanks him from deepest sleep. Chasing the faint magical trail, he finds a woman battling for her life. Just before a killing strike, he sees her eyes…eyes of haunting green.
The eyes of the woman he’d loved, the eyes of the woman he’d killed.