The map is a lie. The fog is a hungry predator. Lost in the ancient, grasping woods of Eldergrove, Elise is sure she is going to die. But the thing that finds her is far more dangerous than starvation.
He emerges from the mist like a myth made flesh—part beast, part man, all god. With the powerful body of a wolf and eyes of burning amber, he radiates an aura of absolute dominance. He is Fenris, the alpha of this ancient domain, and he doesn't just see her fear—he smells her shameful, unwilling arousal.
He won't just hunt her. He will seduce her with a voice like dark honey and steel, whispering of the submission she's secretly craved her entire life. Forced to her knees in a moonlit, sacred glade, Elise becomes an offering. He will tear away her defenses and her clothes, claim her with a rough tongue, and possess her completely. He will mark her as his from the inside out, knotting deep inside her and filling her with his wild seed in a primal breeding ritual that will remake her as his eternal mate.
