Five years ago, Elias Blackwood, Alpha of the Shadowridge Pack, looked at me like I was the moon itself. Our bond was legendary, a fated mate connection so fierce it rewrote the rules. Then, on the eve of our claiming ceremony, he vanished. Not a scent, not a whisper. The pack told me he was dead. My heart knew it was a lie. I rebuilt my shattered life on the outskirts of his territory, the phantom ache of our broken bond a constant torment. Now, he’s back. But the man—the wolf—who returns is a stranger. Cold, ruthless, and crowned with a new mate at his side, a sleek she-wolf from a rival clan. The Elias I knew is gone, erased by a magic I don’t understand. He doesn’t recognize my face. He doesn’t remember the taste of my skin or the sound of my laugh. Yet, when our eyes clash across the council fire, a primal growl rips from his chest. His new mate snarls in warning, but his gaze is a brand, searing through my defenses. My wolf howls in answer, a song of fury and longing he should no longer be able to hear. They say he sacrificed his past to save his future. But as a hidden enemy moves against the pack, threatening everything he now holds dear, the buried memories begin to bleed through. In his dreams, he whispers my name. In the heat of battle, his body moves to protect mine. The bond is still there, shattered but glimmering beneath the amnesia. I have a choice: walk away forever from the only love that ever claimed my soul… or fight to remind the Alpha who he truly is. Even if it means tearing his new world apart. Even if the last memory he ever regains is of my betrayal. Cliffhanger: The ancient magic holding his mind hostage is failing. Last night, he pinned me against the ancient oak where he first promised me forever, his breath hot on my throat, his eyes a storm of confusion and raw hunger. "The scent of you is in my blood," he growled, his canines lengthening. "Tell me what I forgot, before I claim you all over again and let the consequences be damned."