For three years, Borislav Volkmar — lycan heir to the Silverpeak Pack — has been searching. Three years of cold trails, unanswered prayers, and a half-finished mating mark that burns like an open wound every time the moon rises. His wolf refuses to grieve. Refuses to move on. Because the fated mate bond doesn't lie — and Mahina is still alive out there, somewhere in the dark.

He finds her at the eastern border, bloodied and broken, collapsed at the boundary stone like something discarded. Silver burns on her wrists. Bruises layered like a map of suffering. And when those beautiful brown eyes flutter open and land on his face —

There is nothing. No recognition. No relief. Just fear.

She doesn't know him.

Mahina has been running for three months — from shadows she can't name, from a past she can't remember, from a bond tugging at her chest that she doesn't understand. She woke up in the woods with no memories, a wolf under her skin, and a single, driving instinct: survive. Now she's been brought into a compound full of people who look at her like she's a ghost — and a man whose scent makes her wolf go still in a way that terrifies her.

He says she's his Luna. His fated mate. His everything.

She can't remember his face. But her body remembers the bond.

As Borislav fights to protect her from the enemies who stole her memories, and Mahina fights to reclaim the woman she was, they'll discover that the magic severing their connection runs deeper than grief — it runs all the way to the pack's darkest secrets. Someone wanted her gone. Someone wanted that bond broken.

And they're not finished yet.

Because a Luna's mark cannot be erased. And an Alpha who has waited three years? He can wait a little longer — but he will not wait forever.