I fell into the enemy's jaws and crawled out marked—bonded to the alpha I was raised to destroy, hiding a bite that carries a death sentence. I thought that was the worst trial I'd ever face.

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Then the masked executioner came for me.

 

He knows what I am. So does the wolf who's been dreaming of me since before we met. And all three of them—the alpha, the executioner, the enigma—share one secret they refuse to spill. A night, ten years ago, that made each of them what he is.

 

The Council's army is marching north to burn Rhydian's pack to ash. The pack would sooner tear out my throat than admit a mage.

 

And the Shatterspine mountain rumbles with darkness. The air smells like nightmares. The evil they thought they'd overcome has returned.

 

The more I learn about the men fate has chained me to, the less I trust the story I've built my whole life on. 

 

Fate didn't bind me to one of them. It bound me to all three—and to whatever is coming for us.