Austin’s POV

Being born a werewolf meant one thing above all else: keep your instincts buried.

Don’t draw attention.

Don’t get attached.

And definitely don’t get involved with humans.

But the first time I saw Ruby West, one of those rules unraveled.

She was sitting at the bar, eyes red, wiping at her face like she was trying to pull herself together. She looked wrecked—like life had hit her hard.

And just like that, my wolf—Finn—snapped to attention.

This one. Her.

It wasn’t ...