Five years ago I found my mate... and he has no idea. I've spent my entire life doing two things: training to be a ballet dancer, and longing for a scent-match. My feet bled for one, and my heart bled for the other. Then my first heat hit, and my deepest dream became my darkest secret.I scent-matched with my best friend, and ran. It's been five years since I last saw him - happily in someone else's arms - and I couldn't bear to break his heart. But that was before. Before he joined my dance company, anger and grief in his eyes. Before I matched with the rest of his pack, whose scents drive me to the best kind of madness. Before I begged for forgiveness, even if I can never forgive myself. But the more time I spend with them, the more I see the future I always wanted. A love that sweeps me away, keeps me safe, and never lets me go. Every day, I fall deeper, and as I do, the more they see the truth: No matter how long it's been, I never gave up on that dream. Knot for a moment.