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.
Report on your 18th birthday. Tell no one. I laughed out loud in an empty boathouse. Who exactly did they think I had left?
Voice came four nights before I left. 11.03 p.m., singing. A woman's voice, low and warm. I sat up in the dark with my heart trying to climb out of my throat.
Happy birthday, Rin. You're a week early. You were born a week late. Your mother told the registry to write the day she'd already sent the announcements
for 18 years of the wrong birthday. Who are you? Nyx. I'm your wolf.
I've been asleep. I'm not anymore. Then something strange happened. I felt less alone than I had in a year.
A voice in my head was better company than five people who share my blood. Nyx isn't a fantasy. I need you to understand that. By the second night, I could hear the housekeeper's radio from 400 yards through two
The groundskeeper walked past, and I heard, clear as a bell, Poor kid. Nobody's fed that girl in months, and he never opened his mouth. Hearing that, I nearly threw up. It settles by the end of the first week. It always does.
How would you know?