She should’ve left me to die.

Instead, she dragged my half-conscious body into her den, stitched me up, and stared at me like I was still worth saving.

Now the only thing left of my soul belongs to her.

Ava Monroe doesn’t flinch. Not when I shift, not when I bleed, not when I growl her name in the dark like it’s a prayer I never earned. She’s human, stubborn, reckless—and the only creature in this war-torn borderland with the guts to fight beside a disgraced wolf like me.

I was supposed to die with Roman’s secrets buried in my chest.

Instead, I’m bleeding out truth at her feet.

But there’s a prophecy rising. Old packs rallying. And a child on the way who could either unite the fractured species… or burn this fragile peace to ash.

And if the Silent Sons or Gideon’s Torch touch a hair on her head?

I’ll show them exactly how savage the wronged become.

She didn’t just patch up a wolf.

She built a war machine with her bare hands.

Read on for rogue alpha redemption, court politics with claws, slow-burn possession, and a heroine who drags her monster into the light—then lets him burn for her. HEA Guaranteed!