The hardest thing Danny Hewitt ever had to do was say goodbye to her best friend, Jayce Pixton. Unfortunately for the duo, at the age of fifteen, all male wolves are sent away for training while all the femme wolves stay home to train. The two promised that the distance would not affect their relationship, and they are both confident the two years will fly by in no time. Fast forward one year and fifty one weeks later. Danny can hardly wait for the arrival of her best friend in a week, but she can't help but feel nervous. After all, Jayce is the Aplha's son, and is bound to have changed over the past two years. Will the two pick off where they left off? Will two years of growing up actually mean growing apart? What happens when you throw enemies and mates into the mix? Who wins in the age-old battle of Fate versus Free Will?