Andrew couldn’t shake the memory of that day—the one that had carved itself into the marrow of his bones. Those glowing, grey-blue eyes had haunted him for years, flickering in the shadows of his thoughts like a ghost that refused to fade. She couldn’t have been more than ten, small and fierce even in her fear, but even then… there’d been something about her. Something magnetic. Untouchable.
He’d been eighteen. Watching her being carried away, slung over her father’s shoulder like a secret stolen in plain sight, had stirred something deep within him. Something primal. His wolf, Hades, had bristled to life, a restless surge of energy that had never quite settled since.
Could she have been his mate?
It seemed impossible. Mates didn’t surface that young—not usually. And yet, that pull he’d
