She was turned against her will. Imprisoned by pack law. And she's been counting their bodies ever since. Former forensic sketch artist Rowan Delacroix has spent eleven months in an isolation cabin, learning to control a wolf she never asked for, wearing a silver ankle monitor like a criminal, waiting for a trial that's designed to find her guilty. She's used the time well. Forty-three victims documented.
All turned. All harvested for their blood during first transformation. All burned and erased from human records as "lost hikers." Sold to pharmaceutical companies at forty million dollars per year. The evidence is damning. If she can survive long enough to use it. Declan Frost has been enforcing pack law for twelve years. He's efficient. Loyal. Controlled. He's executed wolves for lesser crimes than the ones mounting against the new-turn in Isolation Cabin Seven.
He's also, against every rule and every instinct, accidentally bonded to her. The mate bond is the most sacred thing in wolf culture. Under Pack Law Number Seven, it's punishable by death. They have one year to hide it. They have one year to expose the Conclave. They have one year before Rowan's Re-Integration Trial strips everything bare. The clock is ticking. The ink is fading. And someone in the pack already suspects. Grab your copy to read more
She was turned against her will. Imprisoned by pack law. And she's been counting their bodies ever since. Former forensic sketch artist Rowan Delacroix has spent eleven months in an isolation cabin, learning to control a wolf she never asked for, wearing a silver ankle monitor like a criminal, waiting for a trial that's designed to find her guilty. She's used the time well. Forty-three victims documented.
All turned. All harvested for their blood during first transformation. All burned and erased from human records as "lost hikers." Sold to pharmaceutical companies at forty million dollars per year. The evidence is damning. If she can survive long enough to use it. Declan Frost has been enforcing pack law for twelve years. He's efficient. Loyal. Controlled. He's executed wolves for lesser crimes than the ones mounting against the new-turn in Isolation Cabin Seven.
He's also, against every rule and every instinct, accidentally bonded to her. The mate bond is the most sacred thing in wolf culture. Under Pack Law Number Seven, it's punishable by death. They have one year to hide it. They have one year to expose the Conclave. They have one year before Rowan's Re-Integration Trial strips everything bare. The clock is ticking. The ink is fading. And someone in the pack already suspects. Grab your copy to read more