They say the prophecy ends with her. I say it starts with me. She walks into my territory like she isn’t mine already—all ice-blond hair, sharp eyes, and a scent that makes every instinct in me rise. She doesn’t know what she is. But I do. The packs want to use her. The elders want to cage her. I just want to mark her. She bites back. Challenges me. Makes me want her more. But war’s coming—and if she’s who the legends claim, she’s already a target. Let them come. I already took the first bite. And I don’t share. Reader’s This book features a possessive alpha, a prophecy-marked mate, growl-heavy tension, forced proximity, primal instincts, betrayal, heat, and a love so fierce it shifts the world. One prophecy. One bite. No permission asked. HEA guaranteed.