There is one word a fated mate is allowed to say at the binding.I said the other one.Six hundred people watched me refuse the Alpha of the Ilthar. Refusing a bond is treason. He came to collect in front of all of them, put his hand on me to take what I would not give, and something answered from inside me.It was not a wolf.So he took my name, my house, and everyone who was ever kind to me, and had me driven past the salt line into the Bone Country, where the laughing starts after dark and nothing walks back.I walked back.Three hundred years ago the Ilthar burned the clans who held the old line. I am the last daughter of the people they burned. My blood has never heard of a Luna. In my mother's line there is no fate and no bond, only a Queen and the mark she chooses to give, given once, and it cannot be taken back.Three of them want it. The enforcer ordered to kill me who let me walk. The keeper of my mother's dead, who has waited twenty two years and still will not look at me. And the Alpha, who is about to learn exactly what he threw away.They can want.I decide which one I mark, which one I keep, and which one I bury out on the white ground where he left me.18+. Reverse rejection, revenge, strong female lead, multiple love interests, enemies to lovers, slow burn.