Rhys: Thrown from my horse, I follow my nose and a tantalizing smell that leads me to my mate. She's under the impression that another shifter is her mate. But no way am I taking that! I'm about to disabuse both Jericho and her of that notion. He hasn't won her yet and I know why. She's mine. Shiloh: An injured man shows up on my doorstep, falls at my feet and says I'm his. Who would believe a man with a head injury? But somehow deep inside I know it's true. I'm his and he's mine and nothing and nobody is going to change his mind. Not even the other shifter whose made his intentions known as well. My body knows who is my mate. But can Rhys protect me from Jericho and whatever evil intentions he has?