The Wedding's Still On. You're Still Not Invited.

“Your father arranged a blood pact marriage for you years ago, before your first shift. Now that your health’s stabilized... will you go through with it?” My mother’s voice whispered through the phone.

“Yes,” I said, flat and cold. “Tell Father to prepare the binding papers. And make sure the ritual isn’t tacky.”

Today was supposed to be Nina’s turning—the full moon celebration where she’d shift for the first time. One perfect weekend on Alpha Damon Blacwell’s private territory.

Instead, I watched her kiss him.

Damon Blackwell, my mate. The alpha of the Blackwell Pack I nearly died for.