Her legs dangle over the edge of the cliff where she sits on the precipice between life and death. Even the roar of the waterfall crashing onto the jagged rocks below isn't enough to drown out the anguished howl of her wolf in the back of her mind.

People call this place Lovers' Cliff. Those with broken hearts come here to plunge into the depths when continuing to live with pain and sorrow seems worse than death itself.

What a cliché. If her wolf had her way, she would immediately throw herself off that ledge. As she looks at the rocks hundreds of meters below, she feels the urge to jump.

People don't know heartache like we do. They may tell fairy tales about one true love, about the fate that connects two people who belong together forever. But for us it's not a fact.

She has found her destined mate. And he threw it away like it was worthless, like a piece of trash.

When her mate rejects her in front of the entire pack, she wants to die first. But instead of taking her own life, she is sent as a tribute to the most dangerous of all rival packs. The Storm Forest Pack. Waiting for her there is not one, but TWO Alphas! Muscular men over 2 meters tall. When they see her delicate wolf form, she expects another rejection or certain death.

But instead they both wrap their powerful arms around her and growl a single word. "Ours."