I was flying. My abusive soulmate? Gone. My controlling father? Dead too. It was just me and my friends and my wings, and it was perfect. Until I met Trey, that is. Trey destroyed everything. Maybe that’s good, though, because even a phoenix needs to die before it can rise from the ashes. I’d spent my life telling myself I was a phoenix, but it wasn’t until he came along that I actually believed it. My name is Merla Lenae, and this is my story. The rule in the shifter world is that a person gets one soulmate. Just one. At least, that's what everyone thought. When a man shows up claiming to be Merla's mate and then proves that he is, what's a girl to do? The last thing she wanted was another soulmate, but it looks like fate has other ideas.