The Witching Glen has been sealed for a generation, and by blood, the crown inside it belongs to Aaron Blackwood.
 
He doesn’t want it. He has Mara and a life at Wintermoon that matters more than any throne. Then he tears a hole in time and sees that life end—Mara dying at the gates of the Glen, their unborn son with her. The one place he swore he’d never step foot in is the only place with magic strong enough to change it.
 
His father is waiting inside.
 
Eric walked away decades ago. Now he’s in the Glen, offering help a piece at a time. Aaron tells himself it’s just strategy. It isn’t charity, and it isn’t love. It’s leverage.
 
Mara knows it. She was raised in a pride that hunts. She recognizes a trap when she sees one.
Saving her won’t just mean taking the crown. It will mean becoming something he never planned to be.