After her fated mate rejects her, a werewolf is stripped of her place and memory by the pack that once claimed her. She returns transformed into something far more dangerous, determined to make every one of them answer for what they did.
I know which stairwell has no camera. I know every patrol rotation on this land. Which is how I'm crossing the county line right now at 82 miles an hour with everything I own strapped to my back. I'm not running away. I'm reporting for duty. Eleven days ago, a black envelope arrived at a PO box my family doesn't know exist.
exist. One card, a silver crown, three lines. And four nights ago, something happened that I still can't explain. A voice woke me at 11.03 p.m., singing inside my skull. Happy birthday, Rind. You're a week early. No, sweetheart. You were born a week late. They've been celebrating the wrong day your entire life. By sunrise, my family will have
a house with an empty room in it. It'll take them seven more days to notice. Let me tell you how a girl disappears inside a packhouse with 41 wolves in it, slowly, then all at Month one, I still fought. I ambushed my mother outside her study and made my voice bright and easy, the way she likes it.
Mom, can we do our Sunday? Just us. Spa, terrible movies, that greasy diner you pretend you hate? Since I was nine, one day a week had belonged to me. She used to write down everything I said.
Every color, every song, every stupid opinion.