Selene promised herself she would never return.

But when the black-marked wolves attacked her cabin, she had no choice. She packed one bag, took her son’s hand, and drove through the night toward Moonridge.

Eli slept in the back seat, unaware that every mile brought them closer to the father he had never met.

At the pack border, guards blocked the road.

“State your name,” one ordered.

Selene swallowed. “Selene Hart.”

The guard went pale.

Within minutes, the Alpha himself appeared.

Damon stood beneath the moonlight, broader and colder than she remembered.

His eyes landed on Eli.

Then they shifted back to Selene.

“You should not have come here,” Damon said.

Selene tightened her grip on her son’s hand.

“I know,” she whispered. “But they found us.”