She's been feared, branded, cast out. And still—she remains herself. Maeve Wallace has lived in exile, her telepathic gift both survival and curse. Called witch. Treated as threat. But when Laird Ewan MacDrummond pulls her from a river's wrath, it's not just her breath he saves—it's something deeper. Something long dormant. Something daring to hope.

He's burdened by legacy. She lifts him by truth. Ewan carries grief, duty, and the weight of a clan on edge. But Maeve doesn't flinch. Her honesty grounds him. Her strength steadies him. In her silence, he finds clarity. And in her touch, a heartbeat he thought lost to sorrow.

The world fears what it doesn't understand. But love does not fear. As whispers rise and prejudice stirs, Maeve must choose between hiding and standing tall. Ewan must decide whether tradition binds him—or love defines him. Because magic alone isn't dangerous. Cowardice is. And courage, they learn, isn't loud—it's relentless.

She never asked to be different. He never asked for a fight. But together, they answer the call.

🌬️ If you've ever been told you were too strange, too much, too different—and longed for someone who sees you not in spite of it, but because of it... this story is yours.