She has been surviving alone for four months. She is very good at it. She is also very tired.

Seren woke on her eighteenth birthday with light pouring out of her hands and everything breaking at once. She did not wait to find out what came next. She ran. She has been running since, through a cold forest, mapping escape routes in the dark and building a life out of whatever she could carry.

She is a Soulweaver. The last one. And the sorcerer who destroyed the one before her has been hunting her scent for months.

Three wolves find her first.

Lucien. Two hundred years old and still waiting for the mate the bond promised him. Kael. Fury held under pressure for so long it has become load-bearing. Dorian. Warm in every room he enters, hollow at the centre in a way he stopped noticing decades ago.

They do not try to take her. They leave food at her door and wait.

They do not know about the Soulweaving. They do not know what she can feel when her gift reaches. They do not know that she has already read every fracture in all three of them and understood, with the specific clarity of someone who has survived alone long enough to know what she wants, exactly what she is being offered.

The rules are hers. The choice is hers. The bond is real and patient and enormous. And the sorcerer who is coming for her power does not know that she is no longer unshielded.

He is about to find out.

A paranormal reverse harem romance for readers who want a heroine who negotiates her own terms, three men who have been waiting long enough to know the difference between wanting and choosing, and a love story built on honesty from the very first word.