My grandmother's illness leaves me, the only Omega still available, to run Crimson Pine Lodge under her two rules: do not trust the woods, and never go in alone.
She arranges for a smug guide to meet me at a dive bar, and he insists we walk because the roads are blocked.
The route feels less like the way to her house the farther we go, until a stranger steps from the shadows, struggles against me, and accidentally sinks his teeth into my arm.
The bite binds us anyway, and I wake in an infirmary to learn the roads were never closed before I am brought to the lodge.
It is not a retreat for outdoor guests but a halfway house for ex-cons, with three gorgeous Alphas under my roof and the man who marked me among them.
Forced into close quarters as the only Omega there, I cannot tell whether I am meant to manage them or be kept by them.
