I was traded to the Wolf King like property. He let me go the same night. When my father sells me to the most feared Alpha in the north, I expect death. Instead, Damon Blackthorn — the Wolf King himself — looks at me with gold-burning eyes and says: "Three months. Then you're free." No one is ever free with a wolf. But I'm not the bride he was waiting for. And deep in the forest, behind locked doors, the keep is hiding secrets older than the Bloodmoon Pack itself. A woman's name carved on a gravestone. A mirror that whispers. A promise made 300 years ago. The Wolf King thinks he's protecting me. He has no idea what I'm capable of.