Forks was never meant to be peaceful-not with ancient blood running through its forests and cold immortals watching from the shadows. Grace Blackwood, alpha of a secretive Quileute pack, had always known her destiny would clash with the unnatural.
"I protect what is mine-be it land, pack, or heart," Grace whispered into the storm.
But even she hadn't expected Nathanael Cullen, the vampire who met her fire with silence and stormlight.
"You think I'm your enemy, Grace. But I've never wanted to destroy anything more than I've wanted to protect you."
Only the characters of Grace and Nathanael belong to me. The rest of the work belongs to the original author.