For generations, the peace between humans and werewolves has been maintained by one agreement, every generation, a human family gives their firstborn daughter to the pack. It was supposed to be Julie. Instead my stepfather gave them me. The girl he adopted, mistreated, and never wanted. The girl he always said was useless. Now he has found one final use for me, sending me to die in the hands of a werewolf Alpha who doesn't want me either. Alpha Patrick made that clear from the beginning. I am just a contract. A placeholder. Nothing more. But something strange is happening. My wounds heal faster than they should. A bite mark appeared on my neck the night I was brought here and vanished before morning. And the Alpha who claims to hate me cannot stop looking at me like I am something he has been searching for without knowing it. Lydia wants me gone. The pack council wants me gone. And something inside these walls wants me dead.