Three years ago, the Ashcombe pack watched Alpha Kaelan Voss light the fire that killed his own mate. Wren Ashcombe, the lowest-ranked wolf ever to wear the Luna's title, was bound, sentenced under the old rite, and burned alive for a murder she didn't commit — the murder of Kaelan's own mother. She didn't die. A death-witch named Moira pulled her from the ashes, rebuilt her body cell by cell, and erased every trace of the woman she used to be. Three years later, "Selene Marrow" — silver-eyed, unreadable, a stranger to everyone who once loved her — rides back into Ashcombe territory as a rival pack's emissary, carrying a trade deal, a false name, and a list of five people who are going to pay for what they did to her. Revenge should be simple. It isn't. The mate bond she thought was dead wakes the moment Kaelan's hand closes around her wrist, and every step closer to destroying him pulls her closer to a truth she never expected: the murder that got her killed wasn't what anyone believes it was, and the man who signed her execution has spent three years being burned alive by it too. He doesn't know her name. He doesn't need to. Something in him has already decided it will spend whatever is left of his life on its knees in front of a stranger, trying to earn back a woman he thinks is dead — and what starts as suspicion becomes the one thing a wolf like Kaelan Voss cannot survive doing halfway: wanting a woman he has no right to want, in a house that would burn her again if it knew who she really was. As old secrets surface and a decades-old conspiracy threatens to burn the pack down for a second time, Wren must decide what she actually wants: the vengeance she came for, or the man on his knees for a ghost he can't name. Some fires don't finish what they start. Some just wait to be relit.