Owen is ready to be married to the woman of his dreams. They have gone through the ceremony. They have said their vows. Now, all that's left is the wedding reception. All is well. Owen is ready to live in this chapter. Until he sees them. Two people. That sends a chill down his spine the consequences he made to get there.

Bailey has a new pack. It is her first pack she's lead. Doing the best she can to lead them and help them with the struggles of the being werewolf. Always on the road, running, hiding, just to live alittle longer from people hunting them down. After the fallout of a new pack member's change, the pack has to go a safe town to regroup. To Recover. To hide from what is chasing them from the chaos that was made. By that Full Moon.

Magic can do many things. It can create something out of nothing. It can create things with a flick of a wrist. But left uncheck, magic will hurt. On the will being of the user, magic can harm the user. From the pressure of controlling it or the fear of what they are. But there is a place that teaches how to control it. How not to be afraid. And how the wounds that are left from the spells. It is open to all kinds of spellcasters. But does it have room for one person who's magic does nothing but burn things?