At the age of 13 she found her mate. A wolf who was not quite a wolf and a man not quite grown. He was her mate but she was not his. She was too young, too scarred, too innocent, too broken. At the age of 16 she was a woman and he a man, a wolf but she was not enough. His hackles had risen and he was prowling, hunting on other prey while his butterfly learnt to spread her wings. At the age of 23 she was changing, she was a woman in her own right. A beautiful butterfly with wings that spun wide in colours of splendour and he was still a wolf. A wolf who had missed his butterfly take flight. This book is a standalone but is best understood when Capture is read first.