I never planned to fall for a witch. Patrick Dunn isn’t part of any pack. He’s not even a werewolf. He has the blood of witches in his veins. Dangerous blood. Mysterious blood. The first time we meet, he touches me, and something in me shifts. Fate whispers the word I never wanted to hear. Mate. I’m terrified. I’ve seen what love costs, and even if I find the courage to claim him, if I bite him, there’s no telling what might happen. He might turn. He might die. Or nothing might happen. But when the Black Claw Pack comes for me, Patrick doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t have claws or fangs, but he’s willing to bleed for me. And that just might be the most dangerous kind of magic.