Rowan Swan doesn't scare easily. Not of Forks rain. Not of immortality. Not of boys with tempers they can't control. When Bella returns home and the supernatural starts bleeding into their quiet town, Rowan finds herself pulled into something wilder than vampires and cafeteria drama. Something with claws. Something that looks at her like the world just shifted. Paul Lahote was never the calm one. And Rowan was never the fragile type. Imprinting was supposed to be simple. With her? It's anything but.