She tracks his enemies for a living. Now the law says she has to marry one.

Erin Foster has spent four years making sure she never has to see Gideon Faraday again. As Farrow Ridge's senior tracker, she runs the border, reads the land, and needs exactly no one, especially not the alpha who rejected her the night his father died and never once explained why.

Then her pack's alpha dies without an heir, an old blood debt comes due, and an ancient treaty leaves Farrow Ridge exactly one way to avoid losing everything: Erin, bound in marriage to Gideon by a ritual tether that fuses their bodies together whether either of them wants it or not. The bond isn't a mate bond. It's worse. It heightens every scent, punishes every distance, and can only be broken by words that might stop both their hearts.

Trapped under one roof for a year and a day, with a rival faction hunting for any excuse to tear the bond and seize her pack's land, Erin and Gideon have to survive proximity neither of them chose, and a hunger neither of them can name away.

The wolves who once destroyed each other now have to trust each other to survive.

Will the tether that was forged to save their packs be the thing that finally makes them choose each other?