I thought when I buried Thane—literally—that the worst of my problems were over, but a decade later, and he’s still haunting me. When his father decides to finally seek retribution for his son’s death, I’m back on the run. Worse, my pack can’t protect me. Only I can take care of myself. At least that’s what I tell myself until I meet another wolf shifter. One possibly as stubborn as I’ve become.

Ten years ago, one bad choice lost me my pack. Since then, I’ve been a rogue wolf, and I’m content to stay that way until the Moon Goddess shows up and tells me to find my mate.

After being exiled from the only home I’d ever known, I swore to never return. So, when a distractingly handsome and alluring fae shows up asking me to do just that, my answer is "no". Except once I discover the identity of his enemy, I find myself pulled into a battle I thought I’d never fight. One that forces me to face a few of my own demons and makes me second guess every choice I’ve made since meeting Finn Barlow.

I am many things, but a supernatural being is not one of them. At least not until a crescent mark appears on my wrist and everything changes. I’ve been marked by a wolf goddess, yet no one knows what that means, myself included.

Being told that I'm not exactly human wasn't easy to accept. Neither was spending the last year training for what was to come on my 19th birthday, but I did it anyway. Feeling certain I'm ready for my new life, I soon realize nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. Turns out, I'm the first descendant in decades to be born from two royal fae lines, but being special isn't always a good thing. All that training I did? Not so helpful when I find out a dark fae is looking to settle an old score - with me as his target.