I killed my parents. That's what my brother tells everyone, and I believed him for five years. The fire took the old Alpha and his mate, and it left me with burned hands, a blank memory, and a wolf bound so tight I can't even shift to grieve. Callum calls it mercy. He calls it justice. I call it five years of scrubbing his floors and flinching at his voice. Then Alpha Rhydian Vane walks into our dining hall with eyes the color of a fresh kill, and everything I thought I knew about my own family starts coming apart. He shouldn't want anything to do with a disgraced, powerless servant. But he keeps looking at me like I'm something he lost a long time ago. Like my scent is a language only he can read. Rhydian adds one line to a pack contract and takes me out of my brother's house before I understand what's happening. I thought I was being rescued. I was being hunted by something far worse than my brother, and he's the only one who can teach me how to survive it.