~ CAIN ~

I’ve spent months chasing shadows—visiting packs, joining hunts, sniffing out every possible trail—all in the hope that I’d catch the faintest whiff of her.

My mate.

My wolf would know her scent the moment we found it, or so I believed. But there's been nothing. Not even a trace. And now I’m starting to question everything.

Maybe I’m losing it.

Maybe my wolf is wrong.

Maybe all that’s waiting for me here is an ...