The Lycan Legacy waits for no one, not even infamous Lily Reed whose powers lay dormant. Despite her influential bloodline she lacks the most common thing in werewolf culture; her wolf.
So she strikes a deal with the devil, unknowingly exchanging her soul for power.
She had strung him up like an offering to God, silver chains hung from his neck like a noose, waiting to claim his life. Her hungry eyes moved over his bloody bare flesh, desire caused her veins to pulse. Her job was finished here, it was time to go.
"I'll never stop," Tristan's broken voice cut the heavy silence, promising retribution. "I'll never stop hunting you."
Her eyes locked with his crazed ones, madness threatened to pull him over the edge. She was like smoke, he didn't stand a chance. And yet, a part of her longed for the thrill of the chase, to be found, to be punished, to be captive. Her lips parted in a final farewell, "Good luck."