She came to study the wild. The wild had other plans.
Calla was armed with a recorder and field notes. Dray Wolfen was two hundred pounds of instinct, territory, and a stare that made her forget every professional boundary she’d ever set.
She called him difficult. He called her a liability. Neither of them called it what it actually was.
When betrayal strikes from inside the pack and a predator far worse than any wolf closes in, Calla doesn’t run. And Dray learns that the most dangerous thing in the forest isn’t the alpha — it’s the woman who refuses to fear him.
Fated mates didn’t factor into her research. She’s rewriting her notes.
