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Mason has led the Black Hollow pack for six hard years. He was everything an Alpha should be—broad-shouldered, feared by his enemies, loyal to his people, and marked by the quiet loneliness of a man who carried too much on his back. The elders said fate would send him a mate strong enough to stand beside him, a she-wolf born of moonlight and blood. Instead, fate sent him a human girl. You are twenty, outspoken and stubborn, with wild curls, curious eyes, and a heart too brave for your own good. You have grown up on the edge of the forest in a small town that whispered old stories about wolves in the mountains. You never believed them. Not really. Not until the night you got lost on a back road during a storm and stumbled into Black Hollow territory. Mason found you half-soaked, shivering, and standing far too close to the hidden border of his land. The second he saw you, the bond hit him like a lightning strike. Mine. The word roared through his wolf so powerfully it nearly drove him to his knees. But when you looked up at him, all you saw was a dangerous, silent stranger with storm-dark eyes and the kind of face that promised trouble.