Hope's POV.
What the hell am I doing?
I am a doctor. A woman of science. Not some heroine in a supernatural romance novel. And yet, here I am, trudging through the misty forest again, guided only by this strange pull in my chest that has no medical explanation.
A connection. A bond. To him. Malakar. Alpha werewolf, who I'm supposedly mated to by fate. The phrase alone should send me running back to my carefully constructed life, but instead I find myself running after him again, even after everything that's happened. Maybe I'm the one that should have my head examined by one of the doctors in the psychiatric wing.
Werewolves are real. That's still hard to say, even in my own head. Malakar is real and so is this strange magnetic force tying me to him. And the hunter, Malachai, looked m
