Ember's Curse

For as long as I can remember, a witch's curse has run through my veins, leaving the women of my bloodline unable to feel love. They called us Prime Wolves; cursed or blessed, it all depended on how you looked at it.

My heart was a frozen, empty vessel, and I thought it would be that way forever. A cold heart was an asset, especially when my pack became the target of immortal Seekers who began hunting us one by one. They’re searching for one special wolf...one born once every thousand years, said to bring a dawning of either light or darkness, and they don’t care who they eliminate along the way.

I thought I was alone in this fight, just as I’d always been.

Until I found…him.

Collin. An Alpha werewolf with eyes that saw straight through the ice around my soul and a body built for the kind of sin I'd only ever read about. He was a distraction I couldn't afford, but his touch ignited a fire I never thought I would feel. For the first time, I could feel. For the first time, I could yearn, want, and need. But it all came with a price.

The Seekers were closing in, and a dark secret locked in my blood might be the only key to stopping the madness.