He is the Alpha of Darkness. Three centuries old. The most feared wolf in the shifter realm. Everything he touches withers. Every wolf he has ever loved is dead.I am the Alpha of Light. The one wolf prophecy named as his destruction. We have been at war for one hundred and fourteen years.Then he came to my border alone. Flattened twelve of my warriors without raising a hand. Crouched in the frost to speak to a wolf who could not lift his head. He could have killed them. He did not. And something moved through me I could not name. Could not bury. Could not stop.The prophecy lied. The war was manufactured. The wolf I was bred to hate is the one the universe made for me, and his darkness is reaching toward my light instead of consuming it. Starving. Shaking. Reverent.He says my name like a prayer. He has not touched anything in three centuries that did not turn to ash beneath his hands. Tonight, he will touch me. And I will not break.He is mine. I am his. And the council that built our war is going to burn for it.