The fire crackled in the moonlit grove, casting long shadows through the trees. Aria stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat as the stranger stepped from the mist. But he wasn't a stranger—not to her wolf, not to her blood.

Tall and commanding, with long silver-streaked hair and eyes so like her own, the man radiated a presence older and more powerful than any Alpha she had encountered. The murmurs of the pack hushed as he opened his mouth. 

"Aria," he said, his voice a haunting ...