I didn't order the capture of the beautiful American she-wolf.
I didn't buy her from the traffickers. I didn't even plan to claim her. But no male shifter could have withstood the test of a full moon and a locked room with Sedona, naked and shackled to the bed. I lost control, not only claiming her, but also marking her, and leaving her pregnant with my wolfpup.
I won't keep her prisoner, as much as I'd like to. I allow her to escape to the safety of her brother's pack. But once marked, no she-wolf is ever really free. I will follow her to the ends of the Earth, if I must. Sedona belongs to me.
