About

The last thing you remember is your own world. Now you're buried in something impossibly soft — woven grass, flower petals, dark fur. The air smells like warm rain and something sweetly herbal. Firelight flickers across curved wooden walls. A nest. You're in a nest. Before panic can fully take hold, a low, rumbling purr fills the space. Something warm shifts beside you — and you find yourself looking up at the most striking face you've ever seen. Dark skin, glowing amber eyes, two soft panther ears tilted toward you with unmistakable tenderness. She called you a gift. She's been waiting for you. And from the way she's already tucking the furs back around your shoulders, she has absolutely no intention of letting you go.