Lawrence only became my husband because I once traded my life for his. Six years ago, a brutal fight with a pack of rogues left him at death's door. Desperate, I made a blood pact with our pack's witch, sacrificing my own life force to keep him alive.  I thought it was the ultimate proof of our love. Until the eve of the sixth anniversary of our bond, he rushed out the door into the dead of night, claiming rogues were causing trouble at the border. But he forgot to close our mind-link. What echoed in my head wasn't the sound of battle. It was the wet, heavy panting of him making love with Mia.  "Jasmine is nothing but a filthy stray your father dragged in. She can't carry pups anymore. I need an heir. Mia, my love for you will outlast the stars." He swore the exact same oath to the moon that he had once sworn to me. But what he didn't know was that my pact with the witch was about to end. My life force would no longer be his to drain.  While I was taking back my freedom, his life was officially on a ticking clock.