I am the girl the packs call when a mate bond has to die.They hate me for it.They pay me for it.They never look at me afterward.Forty-seven wolves are alive because of me.Forty-seven scars say I did it.And every thread I take leaves something behind — a voice I never heard, a room I never stood in, a secret I was never supposed to know.Then the most powerful Alpha alive came to me to have his bond cut.It wouldn't cut.It turned around and held on to me.Because the Moon Goddess never bound him to the woman he chose.She bound him to the girl he bought.Now every pack in the territory knows what I am.They want me dead, or they want me owned.The Alpha of Runegrave says he wants to protect me.But nobody has ever asked what I want.Not once.Not in forty-seven threads.He ruined my life before he ever met me.And now he's the only one who can save it.He thinks I'm his mate.He's about to find out what a Keeper keeps.