His thoughts drifted back to the problem in his life. Sheila. He knew the second he met her in the Silver Mist Pack that she was the one, his mate, the one destined for him by the moon goddess, the one meant to be his, but his cursed fate wouldn't just allow it.

His wolf also recognized the fragile beauty and wanted her. And that was a problem, but as usual, he chose to be as stubborn as a mule. Now, this girl had him curled up in her hands. What's even worse was that she had ...