Jameson Walker has lived many years never meeting his mate. He's about given up on the idea, convinced mates were a romantic notion his parents told him about as a child. Maybe there wasn't one soul perfectly matched in every way for each shifter. Maybe it was time to start looking for a good woman to settle down with. The thought irked him and made his bear restless, clawing at his sides whenever he thought it. Then a woman he's never seen before is rolled into his ER, half-dead, and barely hanging on. Jameson knows the moment the scent of her blood hits his nose she's the woman meant to fill in every crack of his soul, to add color to his black and white existence. Now he has to save her before he even knows her name.