Every generation, the Ember Moon Rite calls forth the wolf inside Draukmoor’s true heir under one full moon, in front of the whole kingdom. Eighteen year old Wren has never felt hers stir. Not once. Not even at sixteen, like every other wolf-born child in Draukmoor. Then Princess Cyrene stands before the entire pack to call her wolf and nothing answers. Panic tears through the crowd. In the same breath, deep in the kitchens, Wren collapses as a wolf she was never supposed to have rips its way out of her for the first time. By morning, everything she thought she knew about her own life is a lie. Dragged from the shadows of the kitchen into a war for the throne, Wren catches the attention of someone she was never supposed to meet; Kael, heir to the Ashgrove Pack, whose wolf recognizes her as his mate before his mind can even catch up. But a crown doesn’t erase eighteen years of scars. She has no training. No allies. No idea how to survive a court that’s already laughing at her. And a furious princess standing between her and everything she’s about to become. A princess who has no intention of losing quietly.