I grew up on a wildlife refuge with my stepbrother, Ben. Our parents were married and we lived in a paradise full of beautiful animals. Ben was always the older, beautiful and arrogant stepbrother. He was always one step ahead of me - always smarter - always stronger - always everything I could never be. But when my mother died, his father sent me away to boarding school and I thought I'd never see Ben or the refuge again.
Two years later and I was moving into my first college apartment. I was ready to learn, ready to date and ready to forget my past and march towards a new future.
But when Ben unexpectedly charged back into my life, I learned things about him that I'd never imagined possible.
Ben was a shifter. He was in love with me. And he never planned to let me go.