Then I found him bleeding out in the snow-the most gorgeous scent I'd ever smelled, and the reason my quiet, lone-wolf life just ended. He's a Gamma with a mate who rejected him once already. I'm a wolf who's never belonged to a pack in my life. We shouldn't work. The bond between us doesn't care.
Fated mates. One bite mark from forever-if the hunters don't find us first.
