“Fiadh has spent ten years running from packs, paying off her mother's debts with herbs and quiet work, and she has never once shifted. When a contract drags her to the Blackthorn Pack on the wild Donegal coast, she expects three months of tending wounds and then freedom. Instead she finds an Alpha collapsing on the sand, a pack months from ruin, and a stranger in a tailored coat watching with a smile that promises nothing good. Ronan Blackthorn is dying, and no healer has been able to name why. Fiadh can name it within a week: his bond is false, a ritual leash that drains his strength into another wolf's hands. Breaking it would mean defying the Council of Alphas. It would also mean finally facing the wolf inside her that has been hiding since childhood, and the reason it hides. Place and Time: County Donegal, Ireland, in the present day.”