I was rejected, abandoned, and left for dead in the snow.
Then Torren Pike found me.
The north calls him the feral alpha. A monster. A wolf who went mad in blood and never fully came back.
But I know the truth.
Torren is dangerous.
He is brutal.
He is mine.
And now I bear his mark.
I thought that would end the question of where I belonged. Instead, it gave our enemies a new weapon.
They no longer want to prove Torren forced me.
They want to prove he cannot control himself.
A missing scout. A false trail. Redjaw tokens left in the mud. Old records pulled from hidden archives. Every trap points toward the same story: that the feral alpha is exactly the monster the north has always feared.
But I am not his weakness.
I am not his leash.
And when Redjaw rises from the old roads with secrets about Torren’s past, his father’s bargain, and the massacre that made him feared, I will not stand behind him and call it safety.
I will fight beside him.
Because Torren Pike found me when everyone else left me to die.
He marked me because I chose him.
And now, when the north tries to break him with every old lie it buried, the feral alpha will fight for me.
And I will fight for him.
