In her memories—like a far-fetched tale long forgotten—she was the center of everything, as though the world itself revolved around her. It was as if she were the heroine of some tragic saga, yet the picture-framed memories only brought torment to her.
That year, she met her—the woman of her dreams—and fell hopelessly, irreversibly in love. And then came betrayal: branded a traitor, yet still she died defending the pack walls, alone.
At first, she endured, convincing herself she could handle the weight. But when she dared to believe in a second chance, the shattered mate bond clawed its way back into her, breaking both body and soul.
Her final memories before the darkness closed in revealed only one face—the only person she had ever truly longed for.
Hazel wandered in an endless maze of torment. In her heart, she knew only Wren could save her, yet Wren was impossibly far—hidden away from the world, shackled by fear of fate itself.
