He rejected me in front of four hundred wolves. "No wolf. No rank. No family," Kieran said. "I, Kieran Ashwood, Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, reject you, Lyra Hale, as my mate and my Luna." I accepted it. I walked away with my head high and my heart torn out of my chest. I should have died by that river. I almost did. But the most feared creature in the north found me first. Alaric Draven. The exiled Lycan King. The monster mothers use to frighten their pups. He crossed a border no wolf has crossed in ninety years, knelt in the mud, and caught my tear on his thumb. "Their mistake," he said. "Not yours." I was never wolfless. I was bound. Someone hid my wolf when I was nine years old to keep me alive. And now that the chain is broken, every hunter in the north can smell what I really am. I am Lyra Hale. I am the last of the Blood Moon line. And I am going to find the sister they stole from me, burn the order that murdered my parents, and make every wolf who ever looked through me kneel. A rejected mate werewolf romance with a dark, possessive Lycan King, a slow-burn second-chance bond, and a heroine who stops being invisible. Steamy. Unforgiving. Addictive.