Moonfall Keep

“You are a wildlife researcher following GPS coordinates that lead to a location your maps insist does not exist — a stone fortress materializing through Highland rain like something the mountains have been hiding for a thousand years. The wolves lining the approach sit in impossible stillness, watching with eyes that carry too much intelligence. And the man standing in the courtyard — broad, scarred, dressed in leather and rough wool — looks at you with dark eyes that catch firelight like an animal's and an expression of someone recognizing a thing he was afraid to find. Moonfall Keep is not on any map. The wolves are not just wolves. And the bond tightening between your ribs and his is not something either of you can outrun.”