In the shadow-drenched wilds of Velmoor Hollow, the night answers to one master: Lucien Drenmoor, an Alpha whose presence is both feared and desired. Ancient blood runs through his veins, and hunger coils in his gut, an ache for the mate he's never touched, only tasted in dreams. She comes to him wrapped in moonlight and moans, her scent pure sin and silk. Her name is etched into his soul. Helena Howlcrest. Far from his world, Helena lives a life of whispers and half-truths in the misty coastal town of Elowen’s Reach. She's elegance with edges, composed on the outside, but simmering with a heat she doesn’t understand. Since childhood, she’s been haunted by untamed dreams, shadowed desires, and a secret mark on her skin, crescent-shaped, warm to the touch whenever the moon waxes full. She’s the last living descendant of the Lunaria Lineage, a bloodline lost to legend and feared by wolves for its power to break even the strongest Alpha. When Lucien finally scents her across the distance: ripe, ready, undeniably his, he moves like a storm through the world. He finds her. Claims her. And takes her to Velmoor Hollow, where desire becomes a chain, and the moon demands surrender. But Helena is not the trembling captive he expected. She challenges him at every turn, her tongue sharp, her body defiant, her pleasure a weapon she wields with devastating skill. Their bond is wildfire, feral, unrelenting, intoxicating. As passion turns possessive and bloodlines awaken, ancient enemies rise from the dark. A rival Alpha would steal her. Prophecy demands her. But Lucien will burn the world before he lets her go. And Helena? She might just let him. Or destroy him first.