“The Goddess has spoken,” Maren said, voice unsteady. “Kaelen, daughter of Corren. Julian, heir of the royal line. Bound.” Kaelen has spent her whole life proving she is not her disgraced father's weakness. So when the Moon Goddess binds her to Julian, the pack's cold, calculating, un-shifted royal, she lets herself hope for the first time in years. He rejects her in front of the entire pack. She leaves. She does not look back. What she does not know is that his rejection just broke something ancient inside her, and it is waking up. Julian made the only choice that made sense. Protect his crown. Protect his pack. Forget the warrior girl with the disgraced name. But his missing wolf was never a weakness he was born with, it was a curse hiding a truth someone wanted buried, and without Kaelen, that truth is going to kill him. Now war is coming, his crown is already slipping through his fingers, and the only person who can save him is the woman he threw away in front of everyone she has ever known. He is not coming to claim her this time. He is coming to kneel.