I was dying. Every minute I wasted without a mate, my mind became more volatile. I was unbalanced, stronger than I was capable of handling alone. Supposedly, I was destined for greatness, but apparently I had to overcome another task first. A mating. Riley was my one true love. I was sure. However, that didn't necessarily mean I was his. Complications, it seemed, were becoming my forte. Despite my personal problems, the demons emerged, offering little hope and even less mercy. With my mind preoccupied, I wasn't ready for the attack heading our way. The pack needed me now more than ever, but the demons were cunning, thwarting my plans and upping the stakes each time. I was letting them down. We weren't ready. I wasn't ready. Darkness descended on Nature's Destiny, and sadness was sure to come. War had begun.