I should have kept driving. Instead, I stopped in the middle of a storm for a creature that was bleeding out on the side of the road. It was too big to be a dog. Too wild to be anyone's pet. And yet, I couldn't leave it there to die. The next morning, it was gone. What wasn't gone were the memories. Fragments of a night that shouldn't have happened. A stranger's touch. A deep voice whispering in the dark. The feeling of strong hands on my body. I told myself it was a dream. A stupid, vivid dream brought on by exhaustion and a couple glasses of wine. Until I found the marks. And then I met Rowan Blackwood. The veterinarian who claimed the injured animal belonged to him. There was something unsettling about that man. Something I couldn't explain. The way he looked at me. The way he always seemed to know more than he should. The way my pulse betrayed me whenever he got too close. Then the wolf started coming back. Night after night. Watching my house from the edge of the woods. Leaving strange gifts on my porch. Following me with those impossible golden eyes. I should have been afraid. Maybe I was. But fear isn't the only dangerous thing a woman can feel. Because the more time I spend with Rowan, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth. Something happened that night. Something neither of us wants to talk about. And every instinct I have is screaming at me to run. The problem is... Can I do it?