Aria’s Blackwood....

The world tilted. My legs buckled beneath me, every muscle trembling from the unbearable fire that scorched through my veins. The Hunt was chaos—wolves tearing through the forest, howls echoing like thunder—but all I could feel was the ache pulsing low in my belly, the cruel grip of heat.

It was worse than any story I’d ever heard. My skin burned, my throat was dry, and my wolf clawed desperately to break free. My scent—sharp, sweet, intoxicating—was ...