She fell from the sky , wings broken, feathers stained red , with no memory, only a warning burning in her mind: "If he finds you… run, Eiravelle." But she falls straight into the hands of Sylas Thornecrest, ruthless Alpha, cursed to endless pain, feared by all. She expects death. Instead, the moment they touch… his curse shatters. He knows instantly:She’s not human. She’s dangerous.She shouldn’t exist. Death follows wherever she steps, silent, merciless. Ancient forces wake, whispering her forgotten name. Sylas keeps her close, first to survive, then out of a hunger that consumes him. She is his only cure… and the only power great enough to burn his world to the ground. Fragments return: golden blood, shattered wings, a war erased from time. A voice begs her, Don’t remember… or they will come for you. But Sylas will tear every secret loose, even if it ruins them both. Now whatever locked her up has found her again. And when the truth comes out? “I told myself I’d only keep you to ease my pain,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping low. “But now… I’m starting to wonder...am I holding you captive… or protecting the whole world from you?”