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.
