Avery: The job I've dreamed of at the Supernatural Ambassador Institute awaits me...if I can stay alive long enough to claim it. An unknown darkness is slithering through my veins, poisoning me with its deadly venom. Still, I’m determined to fight—to claw my way on shredded nails to survive. I can see Wyatt’s desperation to help. Most likely it’s out of guilt for rejecting me as his mate. But I can't risk trusting him again. Now, more than ever, I have to be strong. Wyatt: I refuse to let Avery die, even if her withering glances threaten to burn me to ash. I tried to fight fate, but now I'm at its mercy. Still, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my mate. Teeth bared, I will battle my way back to her side, even if she resists me every chance she gets. But little does either of us know, a prophecy is in the works, and Avery is the catalyst to it all. Will she allow me to stand at her side and face what's to come? Or will her isolated cries haunt me forever in the silvery moonlight?