---- someone found them. Don't tell him I was here."' I turned and ran, tears streaming freely in the wind, Damon's cold words echoing in my ears- "Garrett Rivers is my mortal enemy. I just want to destroy him." My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating. So our meeting was orchestrated from the very beginning! Years ago, I came to the northern territories against my brother's wishes to study healing arts. There were healing herbs that only grew in the harsh cold regions, herbs that could cure silver poisoning. After passing the Werewolf Alliance's tests to become an official healer, I was determined to stay at Ironwood Pack. No matter how much my brother tried to persuade me to return to ---- Stormfang Pack, I refused. Mom and Dad spoiled me since childhood, and my brother was obsessed with protecting me. I wanted to make it on my own. I was completely absorbed in my healing research until I met Damon Blackwood, my brother's legendary mortal enemy. I'd heard that in recent years, the two of them had been fighting over territory, prey, and Alpha King qualifications, locked in a life-or-death struggle. But this very person saved me twice.