Laila's first memory was the change. the feeling of her bones changing and rearranging into a different form. She can remember doubling over in pain and sinking into the snow on hands and knees, dry retching from the agony of the shift. Then the pain stopped. And all of a sudden she was running again. Running from what? Running to where? Running from a past she can't remember and running to the life of a rouge. If only it was as simple as running. But the past is chasing her. Revealing tiny windows of light in the blank space that was her memory before the change. After being found by a strong-minded, stubborn alpha, Laila finds that her life was never as simple as it seemed.