Then he rejected me, threw me in the trunk of his car, and sold me into a backwater fighting club full of rabid werewolves. My pack and family have no idea I'm in danger and my inner-wolf is still crying over the guy who rejected me, so I'm on my own. At least I think so until I realize I can tame rabid shifters. But I have no idea how to use it--and accidentally end up with a dozen crazed wolves protecting me like I'm their favorite chew toy. The only other sane trapped werewolf is a sexy, infuriating jerk who calls himself Alex. He might be my ticket out of the fight club, but I don't know if I can trust him. And even if I can, those dozen werewolves who think I'm theirs to protect? They're not letting go. I have to find a way out before I get too attached to the rabid wolves around me Especially Alex. The gift that's keeping me alive just might become my undoing.