Time is running out for me to end the curse… and save my fourth fated mate.

Being pack leader isn't as simple as it sounds.

Uncle Dom seems to have forgotten that he's no longer the pack leader, and is testing my patience with his increasingly presumptive attitude.

Derrek is being held captive by the sadistic Montrose pack leader, who claims that he's not just a witch, but his heir and a wolf shifter.

No one knows he's my fourth fated mate, since the idea of a wolf from the hated Montrose pack becoming one of my mates would be enough to set all of Smoky Falls on fire.

They did set the curse on us, after all.

I haven't even told my other mates—I hardly know what to make of it myself. Meanwhile my hormones are running wild. I don't know if it's a wolf thing or a teenage girl thing, but I suddenly find myself unable to keep my hands off of them.

We're racing toward the lunar eclipse, where I'll have to lay final claim to my mates—for all time—and finish the process that solidifies me as pack leader until I die.

Which, the way things are brewing with Montrose, might be sooner than anyone expects.