On the afternoon of Crown Prince Theron Nighthollow's eighteenth birthday, a girl takes a wrong turn in the palace, knocks over a vase, and disappears before he can see her face. But she leaves something behind. A hairclip with a crescent moon. And blood. And in that blood - her scent. His mate's scent. Unmistakable, complete, and belonging to a girl whose wolf has not yet woken. Seraphine Greymane is seventeen. She has no scent, no pull, no wolf - nothing that should make her anyone's fated mate. But she knows what she heard through that guest room door. She knows whose clip is sitting in the Crown Prince's jacket pocket. And she has six very good reasons written in a library notebook for why she is not coming forward. She just keeps running into him anyway. A story about a bond that arrived too early, a prince searching for someone standing in the same building, and two people trying very hard not to be the first one to say what they both already know.