"Princess Danika DuPrea, is that you?" With her blood turning to ice and stomach sinking heavily, she turned to see one of the few people who could bring her 10 year escape to an end. There stood Feran Bellevue: Secondborn Prince of the Redwood Pack. Dani had only wanted to live a peaceful and quiet life. She hadn't asked to be an Alpha nor had she asked to be born barren. Goddess forbid she have the audacity to NOT want to fight off those who coveted her Alpha position. Leaving the pack to her brother had been the most logical choice. It's not like she had went rogue or caused any trouble. "Did you know you're dead?" Feran asked her. Wait. Dead? Of all the things the wonderfully gorgeous wolf in front of her could've said, she had never expected that.