Loving Lucien is easy.

Being refused by him hurts more than I imagined.

He won’t turn me. No matter how badly I need it, no matter how much my body is betraying me. Cravings I don’t understand lurk in the shadows and it’s becoming dangerous… to me, to other people. What Lucien and I have has been reduced to heat and tension, desire without promise. Every time I reach for more, he pulls away. I feel like I’m losing him as well as myself.

Then one night goes horribly wrong.

Where I start as a spectator to a werewolf hunt, I somehow end up the prey. Suddenly, my life, my future, and everything Lucien’s tried to protect me from hangs by a thread. Now, I’m not just fighting cravings, I’m fighting to survive. The perpetrator wasn’t an enemy, so I have to do everything I can to make sure this doesn’t cause a fracture between the Pack and the Coven.

When Lucien suddenly disappears, I don’t hesitate. I’ll call in every favor, break every rule, and unleash hell to find him and get him back.

Because losing him?

That’s the one thing I won’t survive.