With her pack destroyed and parents killed Everleigh Grey goes on the journey to escape and comes face to face with her mate.

The forest surrounding the Silver Stone Pack shimmered beneath the light of the full moon, the trees casting long, silver shadows across the ground. From her window high in the Alpha’s house, Everleigh Grey watched the moonlight dance across the leaves. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulder like silk, her icy blue eyes reflecting the night sky. The air was still—too still. She felt it deep in her bones. Something was wrong. A knock came at her door. “Come in,” she called softly, still staring out into the trees. Her father, Alpha Grey, stepped inside. His presence was powerful as always, but tonight… his shoulders looked heavier. His eyes were tired. “You should be resting,” he said gently, his voice low, rumbling like distant thunder. “I couldn’t sleep,” Everleigh replied, finally turning to face him. “The air feels… off.” Her father nodded. “We’ve increased patrols. There’s been rogue movement along the borders, but nothing confirmed.” Everleigh’s lips pressed into a line. “Do you think they’ll come?” A long silence. “I hope not,” he said, brushing a hand through his graying hair. “But I want you to be ready. If something happens, you run. Don’t fight. Don’t try to be a hero.” “Father—” “No,” he said firmly. “You’re the future of this pack, Everleigh. If they come, they’ll come for you.” She swallowed hard, heart thudding. “Why me?” “Because you are powerful. Because you are my daughter. Because they want what they don’t deserve.” He pulled her into a fierce hug, holding her as if it were the last time. She didn’t realize how tightly she clung to him until he pulled away. “Stay close to the house tonight. And stay alert.” That night, Everleigh couldn’t sleep. She paced her room, ears straining for any sound out of place. Minutes stretched into hours. Then— A howl. Long. Low. Menacing. Then another. Then—chaos. Shouts. Screams. Snarls. The attack had begun. Everleigh threw on a hoodie and jeans, grabbing the dagger from her nightstand. She bolted from her room just as the front door burst open downstairs. “Everleigh!” her mother shouted from below. “Go! Run!” But it was too late. Smoke poured in through broken windows. Shadows moved like wraiths outside—rogues. Dozens of them. A massive, dark-haired man stepped through the threshold, flanked by snarling wolves. “Isaac Maes,” Everleigh whispered, heart dropping into her stomach. He smiled like a devil. “Well, well. There she is.”