Lyra came to Mistwhisper Falls to renovate an inn—not accidentally unseal an ancient evil or bond herself to a broody alpha werewolf.

She was just the granddaughter, the outsider, the chaos witch with no formal training and a suitcase full of second chances. But the moment her palm touches the founder’s rune buried beneath the inn’s cellar, everything changes.

Power pulses through the town like a storm—awakening old magic, stirring something hungry beneath the falls, and tethering her to Cade Halloway, the town’s impossibly hot, frustratingly protective pack alpha.

Now the supernatural council is watching her. The Mistbound is whispering her name. And the only way to fix the binding may require a bond that’s deeper—and far more dangerous—than either of them are ready for.

She’s supposed to save the town.
He’s supposed to keep her from falling apart.
Too bad fate forgot to ask their opinion.

Welcome to Mistwhisper Falls. Coffee’s hot, magic’s volatile, and the inn’s haunted… emotionally and otherwise.