I was trained to kill an Alpha. Nobody trained me for what happens when he becomes mine. Fifteen years ago, I watched wolves burn my village and slaughter my parents. My clan didn't let me forget who they blame for that night. They trained me instead — turned a grieving child into their sharpest weapon, and now they're pointing me straight at the pack that destroyed everything I had. My mission is simple. Slip into Duskmoor territory. Get close to their Alpha. Learn his weaknesses, earn his trust, and put a knife through his bloodline before the season ends. My sister's life depends on me finishing this mission clean. I know how to lie. I know how to disappear into a room and become exactly what a man wants to see. What I didn't plan for is a bond that shouldn't exist between a woman and her target — a pull I can't outrun, a curse buried in my own blood that makes wanting him feel like drowning. His Luna is already circling, and she's smarter than anyone gave her credit for. And somewhere under all my training, a heart I was certain I'd killed off years ago is still very much alive. Killian has no idea what I am. I'm starting to lose track of what I am, too. One of us is supposed to walk away from this. I used to be sure it would be me.