The moon was full the night I turned eighteen.
My heart raced as I stood by the lake, bare feet pressed into the cold grass. The water shimmered under the stars, whispering secrets I wasn't ready to hear.
Tonight was supposed to be my mating ceremony - the night my wolf would awaken. But nothing happened.
No shift.
No bond.
No mate.
Until a howl split through the silence.
It wasn't from my pack. It was deeper. Wild. Ancient. It pulled at something buried inside me - something raw and dangerous.
My body trembled as my wolf stirred for the first time, not with joy, but with fear... and desire.
And then I heard it again. The howl.
Calling me.
Claiming me.
I shouldn't have followed it.
But I did.
Each step into the woods felt like walking away from everything I knew - my pack, my family, my future. I didn't know if I was being pulled by instinct or madness. But I couldn't stop.
And that's when I saw him.
Tall. Bare-chested. Eyes glowing gold. A scar across his cheek like a warning. Muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.
"Mine," he growled, his voice more beast than man.
"I've waited eighteen years to claim you."