Rogues don't get to be anyone's wife. They get a blade at the border. Wren Ashdown has survived six years without a pack by trusting no one and never staying anywhere long. One shortcut across Ironvale land puts her at the mercy of Alpha Rhys Calloway, a man who has never broken pack law in his life, until the moon bond tells him the rogue at his feet is his fated mate. Now Rhys must make a rogue his Luna before dawn, or watch his own council execute her. Wren has thirty days to convince a pack that fears her kind that she is not the wolf killing their people. Rhys has thirty days to keep a woman who has never been kept from running. And someone inside Ironvale would rather she never see the thirtieth.