Tessy had once been more than human—born of royal blood but claimed by the ancient magic of the forest. She had lived among the werewolves, as part of the Pack, but fate had dealt her a cruel hand.
A tragic battle had left her wounded, and as she lay dying beneath the full moon, her body convulsed in its final transformation. When the breath left her lungs, her wolf form faded, leaving only the fragile body of a human.
Her sharp instincts dulled, her wolfish senses faded, and the pack’s distant howls became nothing more than a whisper in the back of her mind. She lived, loved, and laughed as a human, convincing herself that the forest had been nothing but a dream.
But dreams have a way of creeping back into reality.
Tessy had longed to return, but she lied. She wanted an adventure. Wh
