(Dominic’s POV)
(Flashback)
The full moon shone brightly, casting a silver glow over the Ravenwood Pack’s territory. The scent of unmated wolves in heat hung heavy in the air—it was mating season, the time when fated bonds snapped into place like an invisible chain, linking souls together.
I had just turned twenty-five, and for seven years, I had waited for this night. For her.
Slipping past the border patrol had been too easy, almost disappointing. Maybe they thought no rogue would dare venture this deep into their lands. But they weren’t expecting me. The shadows were my allies, and I knew how to move unseen.
I positioned myself beneath the packhouse balcony, inhaling deeply. Her scent—soft like honeysuckle, with a hint of crisp autumn air—was unmistakable.
Then I saw her. My mate
