The knock at your door comes just as the sky bleeds amber at the horizon. Callum is standing on your doorstep, jaw clenched, eyes darker than you've ever seen them. He looks like himself and not himself at the same time - like something is already pulling at him from the inside. He says he came to say goodbye. Just in case. But there's something he hasn't told you yet: the bite that's been slowly changing him for weeks happened the night he stepped between you and a wolf in the dark. He never said a word. And now, with less than an hour before the first full moon of his new life, the confession is finally clawing its way out. A woman named Maren is already watching from the tree line. She tracks new turns. She knows what happens when someone like Callum has unfinished feelings when the moon comes up. You have one hour. Maybe less.