Anya was born beast-less — no beast, no shift, just a body that moves faster than it should, eyes that see farther than they should, senses too sharp to explain. Every gift a shifter is supposed to receive from their beast, yet without the beast itself — which has earned her a lifetime of being called broken. * Her twin sister Aveline has everything Anya doesn't: the fox, the shift, and instincts that make her the Queen's most dangerous spy. But the typical physical strength of a shifter eludes her. * Together they share a bond so strong that it can span kingdoms and consciousness. Something is buried deep in their shared past — something that will change both their lives. * When Anya is finally handed the elite command she's spent her life fighting for, and Aveline is dropped deep behind enemy lines with nothing but her wits, the sisters discover their bond runs deeper than either of them could have ever imagined — and that someone already knows their secret, and is counting on it to tear them apart.

A hundred years ago, she was the realm's most powerful weapon — until her own mother used her, and she never saw it coming. The battle was lost. Her mate was gone. And the general who never missed a threat spent the next century wondering if she'd ever been as strong as everyone believed. Now the realm needs its weapon back. Yet going home means facing the family she left behind and the ghosts who never stopped plotting against the kingdom — but she won't be doing it alone. A bear who refuses to let her hide is done watching her fight against herself, determined to prove she was never weak, and never lost.

In the capital, everyone believes the Queen's oracle can read fate in a single breath. She can't. She smells secrets, reads lies on skin, and can change a scent to change a mind — a gift so befitting of a fox that even she has never questioned where it truly comes from. It's made her indispensable. Feared. Untouchable. It's also made her a stranger to herself — after years of wearing borrowed scents like masks, she's forgotten which one, if any, was ever truly hers. So when a bond finally calls to her, how is she supposed to trust it's real — when she no longer knows what real even smells like?