Maya sat at the edge of her bed long after the dream had ended, her breath uneven. The silence in her room pressed heavily against her chest. Every detail of her grandmother’s voice lingered in her mind the calm certainty, the warning, the promise of a power she had never asked for.

She pressed her palms together to stop the trembling. Could it really be true? Could her blood carry something so ancient that it tied her to wolves, to the moon, to everything Jax had been so careful to hide ...