Auren’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t fathom why she was still living among wolves. By all rights, she should have been in hiding if not already dead.

Every Fae that still walked this earth deserved to die, and I’d sleep easy knowing their blood was on my hands.

A century ago, the Fae had cursed my kind. Men, women, even our children turned into ravenous beasts under every full moon. Because of them, I had lost my mate, my packmates, my peace. And now, my brothers were slipping from me, too.

I ...