The next morning brought an injured wolf shifter stumbling onto their property, and with him, the first crack in seventeen years of carefully maintained secrets.

Miranda found him collapsed beside the stream that ran behind their cottage, a young male wolf in obvious distress. His left shoulder was torn open—claw marks that looked suspiciously like they'd come from another wolf. Blood soaked his torn clothes, and his breathing was labored with pain and exhaustion.

Her healing instincts took ...