She’s the daughter of the witch who almost destroyed his pack. He’s the wolf who wants her gone, and can’t stop wanting her.

Three months ago, Willow turned on her mother and saved the wolves of Devils Point. They gave her conditional sanctuary, a bakery to run, and the kind of guarded welcome that says she is still a long way from forgiven.

And she’s been earning it ever since. Baking honey croissants and lavender scones before dawn. Smiling through every weekly pack meeting. Swallowing every harsh word and wary look from the pack. It’s the price of staying, and she pays it without complaint, because everything she has left in this world lives on this island.

Then there is Ryker.

For months he’s called her a threat, doing anything he could to get her kicked out. But the pack and his body haven’t gotten the message. So he watches her day in and day out, noticing everything. Like the strand of hair that never stays in her clip, and the curve of her neck it exposes. Or the professionalism she uses like armor whenever he’s in the room. Even her sweet scent of lavender and honey follows him home every night in the fog.

His wolf, however, has stayed silent through it all. No pull. No warning. No recognition. None of which explains why the rest of him can’t leave her alone…

Then guests at the inn begin dreaming of being in dark water and wake tasting salt. And boat captains turn away from the island for no reason. Something is happening in the north shore cove, and Willow is the only one who can feel it.

To save the island, the witch and the wolf will have to lay down every weapon they’ve used against each other and finally find out what they’ve been fighting about all along.

This book is a slow burn that boils all the way over.

Practical Magic with werewolf heat and a small-town bakery — for fans of Laurie Gilmore’s The Pumpkin Spice Café and Ali Hazelwood’s Mate.