"I thought the nightmares were the worst thing that could happen to me. Turns out, I was dead wrong." For months, I've been having these fucked up dreams where I'm bleeding out in some creepy forest while this guy's voice screams my name. I thought I was going crazy. Nope - just slowly dying. I'm Jasmine Armstrong, I'm seventeen, and my life is complete shit. While other girls are worried about prom dresses and college applications, I'm dealing with terrifying nightmares, blacking out during training and nearly killing people, and figuring out that something ancient and hungry has been stalking me since birth. Oh, and my mate? You know, the one person who's supposed to love me and protect me? Yeah, he's been destroying me for months because he's too much of a pussy to admit he actually gives a damn. Gabriel Preston was my first everything - first kiss, first time, first heartbreak. Then he spent months fucking half the werewolf community to prove I meant nothing to him. Turns out, every time he hooked up with someone else, the mate bond made sure I felt it. Like literally felt it. Physical pain, nausea, the whole nine yards. My own mate was slowly killing me and didn't even know it. Now the nightmares are getting worse, I'm having visions while awake, and I've got this sick feeling that whatever's been calling to me in those woods isn't just in my head anymore. It's real. It's coming for me. And I'm pretty sure dying in Everdeen Woods was always how this story was gonna end. The only question is: when shit hits the fan, will anyone actually fight for me? Or am I gonna face whatever's out there completely alone?