After surviving neglect as a cub, I ran away from my family. While I was stranded in the Siberian wilderness, a wolf shifter approached me. He offered me a home with his pack. But the home turned out to be a prison. Unknown to me, I had magic in my blood. The wolves used me to create spells and curses that would harm others. Using my untested magic, I escaped their clutches. I ran. I never wanted to be human again. If I couldn’t speak, then I couldn’t create spells. Never again would I allow anyone to use my magic to hurt, to maim, to kill. I would live my life as a bear. Forever. Alone and desperate, I made my way across the world. When I arrived in California, I shifted into my bear. I finally settled on a ranch in Texas. Alarmed to see a bear near his animals, the owner of the ranch called a veterinarian. The veterinarian was gorgeous and kind, but he was also a dragon shifter. His patience was legendary, and finally, I transformed into my human self. But he wanted more than friendship. This wonderful shifter wanted me to be his mate. How could I tell him that was never going to happen?