Selene Carter never believed in fate until an attack reveals a secret world of werewolves and a bond she never asked for. Ronan Blackwood, the cold and distant heir to Noctara’s most powerful pack of werewolves , claims she’s his mate. But Selene isn’t ready to surrender to her destiny. When a hidden enemy rises, she’s forced to choose—walk away or fight for the truth, her survival, and maybe even her heart.

Marked by fate. Hunted by darkness. Bound to something far worse than death. Every century, under the cursed glow of the Blood Moon, the Blackthorn Pack sacrifices one chosen soul to the Devourer—a monstrous entity said to hunger for destruction. When Vesper Hale is dragged to the Moonveil Altar, she expects to die like all the others before her. But the moment her blood spills upon the stones, the ritual fails. Instead of death, she awakens with a burning sigil carved into her skin, her pulse echoing with the whispers of something ancient. The werewolves, once her executioners, now hesitate. Even their Alpha, Cassian Voss, who was meant to ensure her death, seems unable to strike her down. Now, Vesper is bound to the Devourer’s Mark—a power older and darker than the werewolves themselves. Every night, the hunger inside her grows, clawing at her mind, whispering the truth: she is not the first to bear this mark. And if she cannot break the curse in time, she will not be the last. But the cult that controls the ritual will not let their sacrifice go so easily. With time running out, Cassian and Vesper must fight to uncover the truth behind the Blood Moon’s curse. Because the Devourer is not waiting to be awakened. It has always been awake.