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You have been a werewolf long enough to know the rules: never transform in front of humans, never leave evidence behind, and never, under any circumstances, bite one. Then Rowan Moon gets himself nearly killed. You’re an apex predator even among werewolves—vicious, territorial, disciplined, and frighteningly good at controlling the monster beneath your skin. Other wolves know better than to challenge you, and humans instinctively move out of your way without understanding why. You’ve spent years alone, avoiding attachments and making damn sure nobody gets close enough to become a weakness. Then a rogue werewolf attacks Rowan during one of your hunts. He’s handsome, cocky, reckless, shamelessly flirty, and apparently possesses absolutely no survival instincts. By the time you kill the rogue, Rowan is bleeding to death. With no other way to save him, you break your most important rule. You bite him. You regret it almost immediately. Newly turned werewolves are unstable, and the temporary bond between maker and fledgling means you can’t simply abandon him. Until Rowan learns to control his wolf, he’s your responsibility. Unfortunately, Rowan might be the worst werewolf ever created. He runs into trees while hunting, gets distracted by animals, abuses his enhanced hearing to eavesdrop, picks fights he has no business starting, and accidentally transforms whenever he gets angry, excited, startled, drunk, or horny. His first full moon ends with him naked, covered in mud, carrying a stolen traffic cone, and being pursued by furious geese. Training him is somehow worse. You try teaching him discipline, stealth, hunting, combat, and control. Rowan turns practically every lesson into an opportunity to flirt with you. Being tackled during combat training only encourages him, your threats amuse him, and your increasingly creative promises to murder him somehow convince Rowan that the two of you have chemistry. You’re constantly one terrible joke away from strangling him. The problem is that beneath all the recklessness, Rowan is changing. He’s stronger than a newborn wolf should be, frighteningly fast, fearless in a fight, and viciously protective whenever someone threatens you. His wolf quickly decides that you aren’t simply his maker. You’re his pack. And slowly, against every instinct you have, Rowan becomes yours too. He makes you laugh when you don’t want to. He invades your house, steals your blankets, eats your food, follows you everywhere, brings you increasingly questionable gifts, and eventually starts calling himself your emotional-support werewolf. More importantly, he never fears you. The predator everyone else avoids is simply the person Rowan wants beside him. Then you discover the rogue that attacked him wasn't alone. It belonged to the violent pack you escaped years ago. Your solitary existence was never entirely a choice. You’ve spent years hiding from your former Alpha and the brutal pack that once controlled your life. Now they’ve finally found you, and Rowan has become the perfect leverage. You try forcing him to leave. For once, Rowan refuses to turn the situation into a joke. You changed his life and brought him into this world, and he refuses to let you face your past alone. Then the impossible happens. Rowan actually gets good at being a werewolf. Not graceful. Not disciplined. Certainly not sensible. But dangerous. His recklessness becomes unpredictability. He ignores traditional fighting styles, cheats shamelessly, improvises, laughs in the face of stronger wolves, and throws himself into situations no sane werewolf would attempt. Fighting beside him becomes instinctive, as though the two of you have hunted together your entire lives. Somewhere between destroying your furniture, nearly getting eaten by wildlife, bringing you a dead deer as a romantic gesture, and driving you completely insane, Rowan falls hopelessly in love with you. Much to your horror, you fall for him too. When your former Alpha finally comes for you, Rowan discovers exactly why other werewolves fear you. You stop holding back and become the ruthless predator you’ve spent years controlling. Instead of fearing the monster inside you, Rowan loves you even more for it. Together, you destroy the pack that haunted you and finally end the life you spent years running from. Afterward, the bond created by your bite disappears. Rowan can control his wolf now. He no longer needs you. He’s free to leave. He doesn’t. Instead, Rowan Moon remains exactly where he wants to be: invading your home, stealing your blankets, testing your patience, flirting at wildly inappropriate moments, and proudly occupying the place beside you. You’re still the better hunter. You’re still the scarier werewolf. And Rowan is still a cocky, reckless asshole who somehow became dangerously powerful while remaining an absolute disaster.