Foxwood Hollow

Dylan: Axel is the love of my life; he just doesn't know it yet.

Ten out of ten do not recommend spending your formative years pining after an alpha who's your brother's best friend. But alas, here we are.

My only solution is to leave Foxwood Hollow and start afresh. So what do I do when I have no choice but to return home, only to realize all of those years and miles haven't doused the flame?

Axel: He's your best friend's little brother. He's your best friend's little brother. It was a mantra I'd repeated to myself for years, ever since my brain had shifted from omega smells good to omega smells like mine.

I'm happy for Dylan when he leaves Foxwood Hollow to chase his dreams. I always knew he was destined for a life larger than this little town can offer him. But I feel his absence like a gaping chasm, and the silence that follows has my alpha instincts going into overdrive.

When Dylan finally comes home, a lot has changed. But the soul-deep longing is as present as ever. Can I really let him slip through my fingers again?

Contains mature themes.