I was sent to kill the Alpha of Ashmoore Pack. Instead, his wolf recognized me as his mate. The Guild raised me to hunt rogue wolves, not question why their monsters looked so much like victims. Kaelor Voss was supposed to be cold, savage, and dangerous enough to deserve my blade. He is dangerous. But he is not the monster they promised. Now I am trapped inside his estate, watched by wolves who want me gone, haunted by memories the Guild buried, and drawn to the Alpha my blood should never have answered. The rogues are not monsters. My past is a lie. And the bond I was taught to fear may be tied to an ancient curse that began with a Luna who was claimed before she was ever asked to choose. I was raised to be a weapon. But I was hidden to become the cure.