A mistake I made when I was six years old is the reason my brother locked my wolf away and made me clean his floors instead of raising me. Ten years of silence taught me not to expect rescue from anyone. Then a stranger with blood-red eyes sat down in my brother's office like he owned it. He wasn't looking for me. Alpha Kade of the Ironfall Pack came to close a trade deal, nothing more but the second my scent hit him, his whole plan changed. By the time he walked back out that door, my brother had signed away more than land and coin. He'd signed away me. Now I'm riding toward a territory I've never seen, sitting beside a man who calls me his, and I can't tell if I've just been handed a second chance or a longer leash.