
Maelis Elowen runs into the forest to escape the sound of her boyfriend’s disappointment — the quiet kind that hurts worse than shouting. She doesn’t know the land she stumbles into belongs to wolves who don’t forgive trespassers.She expects fear. She expects to be chased out.Instead, the forest reacts to her.Rhys Donovan has ruled his territory long enough to recognize threats before they take shape. The human girl standing barefoot beneath his trees should be fragile, forgettable, easy to remove. But the air shifts when she breathes. The ground listens when she steps. And when his wolves arrive — wolves who kneel to no one but their Alpha — their bodies bow toward her without permission.That is when Rhys understands the truth.She isn’t the danger.She’s the signal.Now the pack is dividing, rival Alphas are circling, and something older than the wolf world has begun to stir. Some want her protected. Some want her studied. Most want her dead before whatever sleeps inside her wakes fully.Rhys should be the first to order it.Instead, he steps between her and the blades.Because the moment he touched her, he felt it — something ancient recognizing her and recognizing him.Maelis only ran into the forest to disappear.Instead, she stepped into a war that was already waiting for her.And wolves don’t bow.Unless something outranks them.
