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Prologue

Cason

I stood onas I stared off into the forest The sounds of birds filleddeep within the woods was so I was able to pick up withlow on h my veins I already shifted twice today, let my bear free, let him be wild, but I was ready for round three

If I were being honest, I was not the type of person who particularly enjoyed being around others I liked my solitude,I’d built my cabin far away from my brothers—not because I didn’t enjoy their company, but because it was just easier for hts

And now that four out of the six of us had found our mates, with only Da easier to be onmy brothers happy and content, their fated , had this ache settling deep within me

So yeah, being alone was really fucking good for me

As the years passed, and the idea ofout here was for the best I’d started becorumpier, more animalistic I let my bear out more than I was sure any other shifter consciously did

One thing I was sure uarded, was the fact that the more times we let our animals out, the more times we shifted to let it be free, the more primal we became

I was right on the verge of just saying fuck it all and being a bear full-ti hu around the ca the shit

I’da human

But the truth was, it was easier to be a bear Less hectic, less confusing There were no responsibilities or expectations I lived off the land and just let es run free And it was incredible It was exhilarating and liberating But whether I was in hu that was deeply rooted in rew by the second

My mate

It was this growing feeling inside of me, like this seed was planted deep inside rew until one day it would just burst free, tearing me from the inside out

I had one sole purpose on this planet, and that was to find et her swollen withand round,inside her, h to send me into a frenzy of possessive need

I didn’t knohere or who she was, but what I did know for certain was that if I ever did find her, I was going to clai back

I just hoped I wasn’t more animal than human when that time came

Chapter One

Mena

“When are you going to find a nice man, Mena honey?”

I stopped midbite as I looked up at my father “A nice man?” I asked with a mouthful of my mother’s homemade meatloaf