She can scent everyone’s fated mate—except her own. To the ruthless Blackwood Pack, nineteen-year-old Lyra is just the "Ashhound": an abused cellar stray kept alive for her rare ability to track the burning, invisible threads tying soulmates together. She has handed thirty wolves their happily-ever-afters, while living in a sensory void where her own bond doesn't exist. Until the night she defies the Alpha, and the family who starved her reveals the brutal truth before trying to silence her for good: she isn't an orphan. She was stolen from the slaughtered pyres of the ancient Morvath Dynasty—royalty who held the forbidden power to sever and reweave destiny itself. The scar on her neck isn’t an old wound; it’s an occult brand sealing her true beast and blinding her to her counterpart. Escaping into the savage Deadlands, Lyra crosses blades with Gideon Drake—a lethal rogue warlord who smells like total, terrifying nothingness to her. But out in the frozen wastes, Lyra will uncover the darkest twist of all: her seal never silenced her mate's scent. It inverted it. And the savage hunting beside her is the other end of her burning cord.
