Camille has always hunted with relentless focus, her midnight braids whipping as she avoids the isolation that haunts her nights. Yet in the dawn clearing, Vincent's broad chest and corded forearms pull her into charged proximity, his sinuous tail coiling near her waist with a dominance that promises both salvation and ruin. To end her solitude she must claim his seed in the breeding ritual, binding her body to his under the protective hold that could turn destructive if his rages surface.

The rival lurks in the trees as the Blood Eclipse approaches. Will she reach the sacred grounds with him before their future is stolen, or will the denied heat between them break under the fury he fears most?