Kira Ashwood has spent her whole life hiding the crescent-shaped mark on her hip, the one her mother made her swear never to reveal. In the border village of Thistlewood, marks like hers are just old stories, whispered warnings about wolves who rule the north and the king who hunts for a bride the moon itself has chosen for him.
Then the hunting horns sound, and the stories come for her anyway.
Dragged to Duskmoor Keep days before the Hunter's Moon, Kira finds herself face to face with Ronan Blackthorn, the Alpha King, a man carved from grief and duty who must claim his fated mate before the moon rises full or watch his throne fall to a cousin who commands a court of shadows. Neither of them asked for this bond. Both of them will have to decide what they're willing to become to survive it.
War is coming for Duskmoor, and it will not wait for a king and a healer to fall in love. But some bonds, once struck, cannot be unmade, not by politics, not by prophecy, not even by the two people caught inside them.