He hates witches. She hates wolves. Now they’re magically manacled together.
The last place Reece wants to be is shackled to a freaking witch and lost in the woods. It’s bad enough his best friend has fallen for one. Reece wants to stay far away.
But the strange magic binding them together makes that impossible.
And Reece can’t pretend he doesn’t want Delainey so bad it makes his wolf howl.
If they’re going to survive, they need to rely on each other. No pack. No coven. Just a grumpy werewolf and a grumpier witch and an unknown threat assaulting them from the shadows.
Six feet is not enough space to hide an attraction they’ve both been pretending doesn't exist.
Tethered together with nowhere to run and no timeline for when this ends — Reece and Delainey have to reckon with the one problem neither of them can handle.
Temptation.
On Volcaryth, love is not whispered, it’s carved in scales and flame. I will scorch worlds before yielding what is mine.
I am forged in fire and blood, born to defend my people with blade and claw. Duty shaped me. But nothing could prepare me for Orla, a human scientist, so delicate and stubborn, who stumbles into our most sacred ritual and upends every law that binds me.
She is not Drakarn. She is fragile, an outsider, forbidden. Yet her scent unravels me. One look, and my fate is sealed, I am hers, body and soul.
My instincts demand I protect her, keep her close, claim her in the primal way of my kind. The bond between us is unyielding. I would lock her away from every enemy, teach her our secrets, wrap her in my wings and my arms. Every brush of her skin turns my restraint to ash.
To love her is treason. To lose her is unthinkable.
Now, as the River’s Run Festival ignites our world and enemies close in, I will fight for her against blood, tradition, and fate itself. The temple wants her dead. My people call her threat.
But she is my mate. My obsession. My heart’s flame.
Let them come. I will not let her go.