Twenty-five years ago, I met my true mate. Instead of claiming me, he left me to die.

Somehow, I survived the pain, the shame, and the mate sickness, but I’ve paid the price for that rejection every day.
When the shifter I was destined for walks back into my life, asking to be healed and begging for a second chance, I’m not sure if I can give it… or if he’ll still want me when he realizes just how thoroughly he broke me all those years ago.

Can I even be his mate if I’m not a shifter anymore?